Among the most volatile combinations of youth, is nothing to lose and something to prove.
Rhythm is the true international language. After all, your mother’s heartbeat is the first sound you ever hear, and your own heartbeat is the last.
The painstaking crime of today is that modesty is a dead and gone art form.
However truth be told, it was never a complex art form to begin with. It was taught by example. And there are very few teachers. Modesty, a token of grace and respect among wanted company, is the unspoken understanding of respect and decency among men and women of conviction. There is no need to boast among such company, as action speaks for itself. There is so much more purity in the genuineness of such exchange. It infuriates me to see such natural humanisms flee from our daily lives into obscurity. And there is definitely a lack of decency in this respect, this coming from a man that is prone to acts of indecency. My broken dialect of chivalry, however bastardized its ways may be, has grown to dogmatic proportions with expectation. I am not sure if I was born of it, learned through nature versus nurture or through simple observation. But I will say that its size is a sheer reactionary revolt to the parody that is your modern age’s desperate need for carefully constructed perceptions. I expect more of you. Politics, media, education, institutions, country, the survival of the everyday family – all made fools of with banal stories, fleeting glory, and over romanticized ideals. If I am to suffer as a fortune’s fool, so be it, but I will never and pray not hear speculation on the common decency of such tongues as these, that act with hardship and fend, speak true, and brief, but never speak with the tone of an immodest soul thieving for acceptance. Consider this an open letter.
Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too.
The powers that be must reckon that they will have to accept the fight they have provoked.