“We’ve got a form of brainwashing going on in our country,” Morrie sighed. Do you know how they brainwash people? They repeat something over and over. And that’s what we do in this country. Owning things is good. More money is good. More property is good. More commercialism is good. More is good. More is good. We repeat it – and have it repeated to us – over and over until nobody bothers to think otherwise.” ~ Tuesday’s with Morrie
I’d rather be stretched out on a tube with my tattooed feet dangling in the icy water than be boxed up in a cubicle.
I’d rather be spending my days lying on the beach in some tropical local sipping a margarita. My nights with a glass of Apothic Red between my fingers staring at the full moon, as my silent wishes float to the stars.
It was never my plan to have children but when I did it was to suit me, not according to societal expectations.
I’d rather live in a cabin in the mountains or a shack on the beach writing out my soul as I soak up the sun and bask in the moonlight.
Id rather be broke and have faith that I have all that I need, than be married to a job because living within societies rules has my ass in a sling.
I’d rather own myself than be owned by corporations much less anyone or anything.
I’d rather build moments than investments.
I’d rather go out to eat alone than sit with people who bore me with their envy and greed.
I’d rather swim naked in front of my lover who’ll watch the water caress my skin, flow through my hair, over my breasts and down my curvy backside under a balmy night sky.
I’d rather my sense of freedom and equality be defined by freedom and equality itself. Nothing more, nothing less.
I’ll never need a ring on my finger to prove that I’m in love.
I’ll never need a degree to prove my intelligence.
I’d rather be splashing through the sand bars, watch waves roll off the rocks and dip smelt from the beach late at night than own a piece of the American Dream.
I don’t need to own a piece of the earth with a building on it to feel successful.
My bank account has nothing to do with my richness
I’d rather do naked somersaults in the moonlight than conform to societal standards.
I’d rather drink old scotch from a sandy bottle and smell like smoke from the raging bonfire than sit in a church.
I’d rather learn my lessons from life experience and attend the school of hard knocks than sit and be hand fed a lecture.
I’d rather be talking round the campfire about the simple things in life than join the daily bump and grind.
I’d rather drink Lake Michigan again and again – celebrate being alive and madly in love.
I’d rather sprawl my single ass out and stretch like a tigress each morning enjoying every corner of my bed.
I’ll take a job I love and freedom over a pension any day.
I will not work my fingers to the bone only to start living when my body is old and tired. I choose to live now.
Banks, corporations and institutions are for those who get boners from money.
I will not drink of the cup of societal rules and I refuse to jump through those hoops, the red tape in all that is chased. For the many times that you try, that many more times plus one I’ll flip you the bird and mouth kiss my ass.
My worth will be measured by the happiness that I’ve collected, the moments that I’ve shared, the hearts that are touched at the end of each day and how often love has been shared in this life.
Feel, see, Love and Love more. Don’t waste a single moment of this precious gift called life.