Society is Maddening

In writing, our first sentence should captivate the reader. It should be enticing, beg for more of your attention; be bold. So simple you have to reread it, or so complex it slightly unhinges you. But it should also give your reader a clue into what they're about to get themselves into...

I've never really lived by a daily timeframe. Some of my days hold enough in them to last a lifetime, and some of them I couldn't recall had I watched a live reenactment of them. 

I don't do well with clocks. I don't do well with deadlines. Sure, I can be successful in a corporate world and sure, I CAN be on time and meet deadlines. That's besides my point. I don't do well with them. 

Because some moments I am so alive. 

Some moments I am the first sentence in a book. God, those moments were to die for. Those moments will bring me through life. Through all the monotony and mundane ventures my life will bring, those few seconds will come roaring back like slow burning liquid fireworks. 

I wish I could call in to work for a few months so I could write a book that has been nagging at my soul. I wish I could skip rent so I could travel just one more place on my never-ending list of places. I wish heartache was recognized as strength instead of weakness. I wish laughter was the cure-all; I wish numbing emotions didn't exist. I wish people could see inside themselves. I wish more than ever, that people could want to be themselves, instead of a reflection of what society begs you to be. 

And I wish this was something we collectively understood. I wish we could acknowledge and admire the passion inside us. The vibrant creatures we are. I wish we could do more of the things we wanted to, and less of the things we didn't.  I wish it was okay that some of us don't work on clocks; that we live in daydreams and moments that make us feel alive. 

Or maybe it's not a matter of understanding; but rather a matter of changing how this is approached. 

Society is maddening because it quiets the first sentence in a book. Society is maddening because it hushes the voice inside you fueling your dream. Society is maddening because it dwindles the fire down to ash, and never stokes the flame again. Society is maddening because it makes it so easy to coast in a world with no desire or dream. Society is maddening because it works on a clock that pretends like we have time we may not. It makes it easy to wake up, pay bills, work at a job and not a dream, and get caught in the monotony of merely being alive; instead of the high of truly alive moments. 

And so I urge you, come alive. 

Find a way to feed that flame. 

Find a way to be the first sentence in the book you want to write for yourself. 

It's okay for your nights to grow quiet and slow. Being alive doesn't always need to be a hurricane of adventure. But I'm begging you, don't become someone you aren't. 

Let's pretend we're running out of time. Let's pretend the clock doesn't exist. Let's pretend you're living for moments that make you come alive; that, is how you have a life worth living. That, is how you write a book worth rereading.