“The only people for me are the mad ones,

the ones who are mad to live,

mad to talk,

mad to be saved…

the ones who never yawn

or say a commonplace thing,

but burn, burn, burn,

like fabulous yellow roman candles

exploding like spiders across the stars.”

~ Jack Kerouac,  On the Road

 

So stop listening to anyone who tells you you should be a little quieter, or less, or aim lower.

Stop apologizing for your weirdness, your crazy dreams, your fire-filled heart.

Live your wild magnificent life.

Burn, burn, burn.