The Mad Ones

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!” ~ "On the Road - Jack Kerouac"

 

Madness for me, is a synonym for passion, for excellence, for being.

There are days when I search for people to understand me - the way I am, like the mad ones, as Kerouac mentions.

I find myself being part of a lot of situations, places and people. I consider myself to being their own, madly passionate to understand things inside and around me. I nurture a belonging to those realities.

 

Is such madness suited to our world?

Which worse is better?

I wonder .....

Having good friends or being lonely?
Love marriage or arranged marriage?
Having a boyfriend or not having one?
Being married or being single?
Having kids or being the 'woman' without kids?
Doing hard work or having no work?
Being loyal to family or being carefree?
Speaking the truth or wrapping the truth?
Being a fast learner or being ignorant?
Bearing pain or ignoring it?
Realizing things or being lazy?
Being cheerful yet unhappy or being only unhappy?
Being alive or being dead?
Knowing God or Being Materialistic?

Writing all of this or deleting it??
The last choice remained the only one I could positively make...

Lifetime wish

A quote I chanced upon:

When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me".

It mirrored what I wish every passing day.