“I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.”
I have dared myself to dream again. It is very interesting. When dreams die there is a sense of sadness yet comfort, but when they are reborn you are filled with excitement, determination and fear. Yes fear. I think dreams are not dreams if they don’t make you a little bit afraid.
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!