A need to create something.

The color of the raindrops falling, the color of your tears,
The hues of your beautiful face smiling, the light of the morning dew,
And if you saw these things as if with my eyes,
you wouldn’t do the things you do.

A blissfully quiet Friday night.

If you know me well enough, or have talked with me long enough, or have seen a select few slightly cheesy films that I have, you will hear me speak of the difference between surviving and living.

I’m sure you know what I mean by survival: what is required to put food on the table, to keep yourself safe… But when I ask you what living, what really living means to you, do you have a reply? Has it occurred to you that your aspirations, your dream of “more” is nothing but a matter of not knowing where to go from a state of survival? Motivations need not be of a selfless and ideological nature, but how do you expect to fully appreciate the fruition of your dreams if you don’t even fully understand them?