“And he saw all the faces, the looking faces. And he saw the silent houses, with their silent people. And, in his singing, he wondered why was he the last one singing in the world. Why did no one else dance, open mouths, wink, strut, flourish? Why was the world a silent world, silent housed, silent faced? Why were all the people watching people instead of dancing people? Why were they all spectators and only he the performer? What had they forgotten that he always and always remembered? ”
- excerpt Massinello Pietro by Ray Bradbury
“Have you ever imagine – Dance like nobody’s watching; love like you’ve never been hurt. Sing like nobody’s listening; live like it’s heaven on earth.”
- Mark Twain
I was reading Ray Bradbury last night at 3am since i had trouble sleeping, and that particular paragraph moved me. Once again i was reminded about the joy of living and the thrill of being not-dead. Now, if we can live our lives like an adventure – turning uncertainties into curiosities and seeing failures as unplanned successes, Life ain’t that bad after all, ya?
Thus again, tonight i will like to wish myself, and my friends and family once again (just like Someone from a certain Fruit company said) -
“Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish”
Cheerios.
