I write a lot at work.

The whole idea of just leaving is so great. Just actually going. Not to join in on a new form of civilization but taking some time away from civilization. You know, just living out there in all of Gods' wonder. Just breathing it all in and existing in the way that people did so long ago.

Really living. Is suburban america really living? You do what you're told and nothing else matters? Really? Yeah.. happiness isn't a situation, it's a choice - but life is a playground, as well as this world, and I could never be okay with believing certain peoples false ideals of how to live, how to love or what is right, and I could never be okay with meaningless existence. I think we should live passionately, kindly, faithfully and enthusiastically. It's raging all around us, all the time. Just gotta grab it.

“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 and everybody goes "Awww!”
-Jack Kerouac

I hate that I have this problem with impulsiveness, it sucks but at the time feels so good. Feels like that burning desire sitting in the bottom of your stomach that's just desperately excited and desperately trying to show itself in all ways. Just boom.