Later that night, I held an atlas on my lap,
ran my fingers across
the whole world, and whispered,
“where does it hurt?”
everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.
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 common place thing, but burn, burn burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles, exploding like spiders across the stars…
Jack Kerovac, On the Road
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves. If what we are now has been the result of our own past actions, it certainly follows that whatever we wish to be in future can be produced by our present actions; so we have to know how to act.
You become a man really, the day you become responsible for your growth. You become a man really, the day you decide that you have to create meaning in your life. You are given a blank page, you will have to sign it and you will have to write your song on it..you create your being continuously…