“[...] 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.”
- Jack Kerouac

Looking back while looking forward is one of my favorite mental pass times. I revel in all the things I’ve let happen, made happen and wish to happen. I dwell in the possibility both of meaning and of what I call, mis-meaning. You know — when you pursue something for one reason and then gain ( or lose) something entirely different. Which makes sense, since  journey never attains its mythic status if everything goes according to plan.

And while I get tangled up in these unplanned things of the past, present or future I take into account the cost of my “spiritual tuition”. How much am I willing to “pay” for this growth? What was it worth to find the truth? Sometimes it’s actual dollars we give up, but I”m not talking about a yoga retreat in Costa Rica. It’s about the ways we keep the dance going chasing the light - right through the mud. Whatever the cost, it almost always - in the end (or the  beginning?), all looks about right on paper.

It then stands to reason that the people I gravitate toward, the ones I can’t keep away from, are the ones who  revel in their madness, their ideas and their passion. And, going back to the reason I started this blog in the first place, Change is a’foot. The planets are aligned for all of us to take chances, discover or rediscover what we want, and even make mistakes. And it’s about all of us. I just saw a new Diesel Ad carrying the tag line, “Be Stupid”.

All I can say is, Burn, baby, burn.