I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling and laughing, and that until then I'll rush around this world I insist is holy and pull at everyone's lapel and make them confess to me and to all. -Jack Kerouac
Me and my dear friend Sean Laude decided to make a blog about life together. We came to the conclusion that we should each start with our
own manifesto. I asked him "What's a manifesto?" He replied "Basically its like a big statement about what you're gonna do and why sorta like a personal statement but more philosophical and with a call to action." Okay, so here's my start. I used to journal obsessively from 5th grade to about sophomore year of high school. But now I forgot how. I decided to start with a Kerouac quote to get my juices flowing. I don't know where this quote is from but I can really relate to the way he expresses how he lives. Life is like an orange and I think we need to squeeze at it furiously to get as much juice out of it as we can. Okay I think I know why I'm having so much difficulty writing here: I'm really intimidated by the awesome writers that already exist. How can I even muster the stamina to write down anything when something like On the Road or Catcher in the Rye or How We Are Hungry has already been written. It's truly daunting. But hey, if my life philosophy quote starts off with "I promise I shall never give up," then I might as well give this a shot, right? But for chrissakes, a manifesto? I feel like that would have to be really awesome. I think I might re title this or something.
Right now I have mono and it really fucking blows. That's why I'm even starting this blog. I feel like I'm trapped inside my own body. I don't feel sick at all, but I can't do anything. I'm too weak to go to the gym or go sledding, I need to sleep like 12 hours a night, I can't kiss anyone, and I can't drink. Sucks. Here's what I want: I want it to be summer. There's something so eluding about that season. I want to be wearing cut-off jeans walking down a dirt road on the way to hook up with some beautiful souls. We'll let the sunshine warm our faces and shoulders and see the light in one another's eyes and all be breathing the same air. It will be great and when the sun kisses the horizon everything will explode in a great big orange mess of joy. We'll walk with wolves and the sun will hug the earth with one last ring of gold around everything before it drops away. We'll grab our drums and guitars and beads to shake and we'll make music forthe stars because we want to offer up something as true as what is winking down at us. We'll share wine and grass and stories and a fire and most of all we'll share our souls and that's all that will matter. The rest of the world spinning won't matter. All that is of any importance is that we are all with one another, surrounded by trees, breathing together.
