12 Aug, 2014
A brilliant Aussie light
Believe
me when I tell you there is nothing more important than happiness in
this life. Go after what is your happiness. Go after it fully and
without looking back or asking others their opinions. Fucking run. And
run as fast as you've ever felt your legs move before. And not because
you may not have tomorrow, for this too may be true, but because you
deserve to be happy. You deserve to have sand at your feet and sunshine
in your hair. You deserve to be in love, to travel the world, to hold
hands with once strangers and to have lots of amazing sex. You deserve
to feel as if the treasures of the universe were all waiting to unleash
their glory onto you. You deserve to feel like Heidi Klum feels when
she’s walking down the runway. You deserve to feel as if you’ve won the
lottery and your bank account if full up of the universal currency that
is love. You deserve that sky writer to write “look up” just for you, so
you can catch just a glimpse of the sun thats sole purpose in rising
was to have you notice it. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be
the 1000th customer, get the green lights all the way to work, to wake
up with the final words of the book you were labouring to finish ink
themselves in your histories and imprint paper with your purpose. You
deserve to forgive yourself that doughnut, and the other one you’ll have
later. You deserve to forgive the driver in front of you for driving
like a dick, you deserve to dream in procrastinations and walk into a
room with your head held high. You deserve to hear the sounds unicorns
make, the ballad of sea horses and the meeting of high heels and timber
floors. You deserve to taste France, winter and the ripest, juiciest
cherries of your whole goddam life. You deserve to smell freedom, Friday
mornings and the perfume your mum used to wear when you were little.
You deserve to see mountain tops, miracles and rain through clear
umbrellas. You deserve to build bands, words and Barbie’s real-life
fucking mansion. You deserve to embrace boys and pugs and girls and
hedges and glasses of wine and mishaps and poetry and wonder and Nick
Cave albums and broken record life mottos that speak to you in silent
repetition, ‘this too shall pass, this too shall pass’. You deserve to
get out of bed and feel your feet less heavy than yesterday, or tomorrow
or that time you tried half an hour ago. You deserve to have support in
the form of friends that dance with you through life and call bullshit
when life crosses you. Cus it will, many times. Over and fucking over.
Until you feel you can’t do it. No amount of sky writers or red wine, or
Heidi Klum sissin’ that walk will make you smile today. But they’ll be
back tomorrow. We’ll be back tomorrow. Here, waiting. Counting on your
existence, your participation in the life to make ours what it is. All
you have to do is put on some fucking runners and run the hell to where
you think your happiness might be hiding. We’ll all be here. Watching
you, cheering you on from the sidelines. You might not find it the first
time, but you might.
