It’s true. The world is a crazy place. Everyone is crazy. Then again, maybe this is a good thing, to be crazy, I mean.
Maybe crazy is only a relative term. That could be true.
I say crazy but when I do, I do not mean crazy in a derogatory sense or to demean or degrade us as certifiable.
I do not mean this as if to say that any of us are out of sorts, or worthy of a straightjacket, or in need of some quiet time in a rubber room.
Well . . . maybe sometimes.
Either way, the world is a crazy place. There are ups and downs. There are highs and lows and peaks, valleys, and then there are the dead-end moments and moments of realization and awareness, or then we come to the “Eureka!” moments when the light goes on in our head, and next, we look around at our life.
We look at our situations and we ask ourselves, “What am I, crazy?”
In answer to the question – the answer is yes.
Of course we are.
We’re all crazy.
We all have things that make us crazy. We have our little triggers that drive us over the edge.
But who says this is a bad thing?
We have our special little details and unique way of doing things.
No, not all people can coincide or connect.
Not everyone is a good match for each other and, in some cases, some people are like oil and water – they just don’t mix.
And that’s okay.
No really, it is because this allows us a moment to come to that special realization that allows us a moment of better vision.
The other day I mentioned how there are more than 7 billion people in this world, which baffles me. This blows my mind because I notice how so many of us spend hours, days or maybe even weeks or months – or maybe even years or an entire lifetime, living a lifeless life, or worrying or thinking too much or too deeply about people, places and things.
I have seen people try to adapt or co-dependently force themselves to configure to a life that is not theirs.
I have watched people forfeit their world to someone else’s needs; meanwhile, none of this is helpful.
No one is ever happy this way.
I have seen people live for others and look to please everyone, which is crazy because the fact remains that it is impossible to make someone happy all the time, let alone, make everyone happy all the time.
It’s hard enough to keep ourselves happy all the time. No?
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I have seen people set themselves up for failure.
I have seen people allow themselves to submit to an unwanted life and then I’ve heard them say, “Well? What do you want me to tell you? This is my life!”
I think that’s crazy.
But me?
Am I crazy?
Absolutely.
I am absolutely crazy. Absurd. Out of my head.
I am insane. I am fit to be tied and certainly lost in my own bizarre concepts.
I want the world and I want it now.
I want to be happy. I want to be free.
I want to take charge and take the reins and ride off into the sunset.
I want the life and the world to take on a more triumphant appeal.
To all who wished me harm, I could wish them well with a victory smile . . .
I can make my way from my brand new life and I can live well, despite their predictions or despite their wishes that I would trip or fall.
Am I crazy?
Yes, I’m crazy.
I’m crazy because I would rather step away and rebuild than stay in a life that would either suffocate or drown me in a “more of the same” terms of basic mediocrity.
I’m crazy enough to think I can beat the tricks in this game which we call anxiety and depressive thinking.
I’m crazy because I somehow believe that there’s a door that’s about to open.
I’m crazy because I believe there is someone out there who is about to tell me, “Where ya been, kid? We’ve been looking all over for you.”
Sure, I’m crazy. I’m crazy as a shithouse rat – or at least that was the saying my Old Man used to say.
I’m crazy enough to believe that despite all of my faults and flaws and all of my misses and the shots that I’ve taken or the attempts that went poorly, and despite all of my failures, each day, I believe that I am one step closer to an answer.
I still believe.
I have hope.
I still have my dream and regardless of how far-fetched some of my hopes may seem, I still allow myself the right to see them in a picture-perfect atmosphere.
I might not always be so balanced.
I grant you that.
I might be off-kilter at times and sometimes, I must be out of my goddamned mind.
Yet, I still wake up. I dress up. I show up.
I am and will always be a fan of the underdog.
I am a fan of the come-from-behind victories and yes, absolutely, I am a fan of us.
I am a fan of the unexpected ones who were counted out yet, somehow, they shocked the world around them.
I am a fan of my creation, which was supposed to fail yet the powers that looked to put me down were surprised to see that yes, there are more people for me than against me.
I love this.
I love the people who were counted out and expected to fail because regardless of how many votes they had against them, despite their losses or their mistakes, they still had the wherewithal and the guts, the fortitude, and the stick-to-itiveness to get up in the morning and make their way regardless of the odds against them.
I’m crazy.
I am beyond recovery.
I am loony-bin crazy and so what?
Let me be this way.
Who does it hurt?
Sometimes, you have to be crazy. How else are we going to face the changes or the uphill battles and expect to win?
I don’t mind being crazy so much anymore. I don’t think that I mind being judged as much as I used to.
Then again, I’m crazy. Like I said.
Right?
I’m not deranged or violent or anything like that. No.
I have my special brand of enthusiasm and this is my spark.
This is the light inside that refuses to go out.
I need this because what else would I have?
What else would I do?
Who else would I be if I did nothing else but fall into the sad or mundane existence of a regular life or what would happen if I did nothing else but decide to become an everyday Jim?
It has taken me decades to appreciate the person I am. Yes, I am a person in progress. I am undergoing my own personal rebuild and as I recover from different falls and letdowns, I learn to get up – one more time, – and each time I do this, I recognize my ability is far greater than I ever believed.
I think of all things, this is the craziest thing about us.
I see you.
I see you as one of the most capable, beautiful, brilliant and amazing people in this world yet somehow, you have been misled.
You are unaware of your true character. You are unaware of how the room turns on and the lights go brighter just because you walked through the door.
It amazes me that you do not know how capable you are and how deserving you are.
It amazes me that you do not see the affect you have on others and how they are happy to know that this world is a better place just because you live here.
I am one of the many who see this. But also, I am your biggest fan.
You think I’m crazy?
No . . .
YOU are crazy.
You’re crazy because you never once took a good look at yourself in the mirror and saw how unbelievable you are.
You are far more brave than I am and far braver than you think you are.
You . . .
You’re crazy.
And me –
I love every bit of it.
The world is a crazy place. We have all of the signs which tell us, “Hey, open your eyes and take a look around you. There it is – your dream is right in front of you!”
Look around you.
The world is beautiful.
The. day is just about to begin and despite what you think or regardless of how you see yourself, just know that the world is a better place because of you – and yes, the world needs more of you.
Not less.
Crazy, right?
The fact that we are here.
The fact that we went around the sun so many goddamned times and whether the circles we’re in make us dizzy or not; eventually, we have to wake up to the fact that all roads have pointed us in this direction.
As I see it –
There has to be a reason.
There has to be a purpose,
Even if the purpose is to show us that we are just two crazy kids on the playground, or if we are the only two crazy souls on this big old rock that moves around the sun – no matter what, the world is a crazy place and so are we.
It’s nice . . .
It’s nice to know whether we make sense to anyone else or not, at least we have this moment right here.
I think it’s crazy that we often see things too late.
We miss the big picture.
Life is delicate and fragile.
Life is also short and before we know it, we can grow so old that we forget what it means to live or be young.
We can miss the whole show.
We can look so hard and see nothing or we can open our eyes to the life which is right here in front of us.
Less is more, you say?
Perhaps. . .
But I have so much more that I want to say.
I have more that I want to do.
There’s more in store and more that I want to see.
There’s more that I want to feel –
Does this make me crazy?
Sure. Why not?
But let me be crazy.
Otherwise, I’ll just be one of those people who find themselves stuck in an unwanted life with more of the same, mundane, mediocre and submitting to be miserable.
But not me.
Besides, I’m crazy.
Remember?
The Written Addiction 