Windswept Life

Am I a cloud in the Sky?
Blown by the wind.
Up so high...
Maybe it's why I like the rain so much.
It brings me back down to earth.

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This is a spoken word. Interesting thing to be able to write, halfway around the world, near 3AM, somewhat buzzed still from a night at the bar. Have at it.

I'm like Legos, not a jigsaw puzzle.
I'm not put together, I'm built up from different little pieces.
They're all different colors, shapes, and sizes.
Some are unique.
Some aren't.
Duh, you've played with Legos.
But that doesn't make them any less important. (duh)
It's all about how you go about it.
I enjoy finding the process, not figuring out the big picture.
It's how you express it, how you expand it, how you see it through.
It's how you gotta find out about you.
But I'm no dumbass, dumbass.
I don't focus on the big picture, but it doesn't mean I can't see it.
Don't worry, cuz I definitely can.
Can you?
Really now?
Awesome.
I really do enjoy the finer things in life.
I do it with what I have.
I live vicariously through others.
And in that, I've found out who I really am.
We all live vicariously through others, if you think about it.
In fact, our lives aren't what we've accomplished at all.
It's all about the people that got you there.
We expect to be remembered by our accomplishments.
Or the people we've touched.
Or the sentiments we left behind.
It makes things bleak for so many people.
Why don't we make it interesting?
I think the whole point of life is interesting.
So much that I'd rather die than to leave it boring.
Who wants to read a boring obituary?
I don't.
Have a plan, go out, and do it.
But in the end, come home and know better.
My parents used to tell me that.
They still do.
It's just gotten a hell of a lot easier tuning them out.
Really. It's not that difficult at all.
You just have to play them like a musical instrument.
Put the right finger on the right nerve.
It's not hard to get a correct reaction.
Play with your life.
Have fun. Live it up. You only have once.
Earn a degree. Get a job. Build a castle.
Do it with Legos.
Because in the end, I'm Legos.
Not the loose pieces in a cardboard puzzle.


  And the wind brought Clive @ 6:48 PM

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