I like to write in english yes ;)
lördag, februari 06, 2010 | Author: EeeK
Neej, jag har inte skrivit denna inatt, för jag e fuller å kan inte stava! :D men gud så lång tid

I’ve been asked to give a speech, and the first word that flash through my head was possibility. Possibility, just the sound of that word inspires me. I grab some paper and a pen, hoping to ignite the voice of change from within me. To set fire to an open field of ideas coming from the mind’s of youth that will eventually replace me. Silence. Take the first time you’ve ever seen your favourite band play live, that nervous energy circulating between buzzing ears and tapping feet. That sort of pressure pushing on your chest, that morphs itself to a constence sort of measure, were you wonder how much oxygen it will take to feel better.
And just when the energy peaks your nerves system feels defeated. That first chord hit’s and suddenly you found silence in the chaos. That’s what love feels to me, that undeniable raw and sometimes fleeding love that comes from an instinct connection. A connection that knows no boundaries. That energy and that love both exist within. Not in a superficial meaning or in any set of words in time, but inside. Where you decide to take charge. Because even though it’s hard it feels right. That pride that shows you’re ever wandering eyes searching for more, searching for personal power and disguise. And righting this I realise this speech can be about anything, spoken by anyone at any time. Because the words are empty vessels, standing by for a generation to use them. If you’re looking for permission, be my guest. Unlock the secrets to which ever great writer suggest. But if you are looking to escape that nervous feeling of fear I regret to inform you that it never disappears. The fears you claim now will always exist. And that reason alone leaves room for change now. Any person who can relate stands the chance to engage them self in change, by using those around you to overcome the voices inside your head, just be true, to yourself and to others, just be some sort of form of you and take everything else in the strife. And with each great triumph you will start to feel alive, hell, you will start to feel. And in that feeling comes progress. And trough progress your answers reveals. Because the possibilities are endless when you’re keeping it real.
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