The only people for me

“…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, 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

Who can be like this? 

I know I’ve got this touch of glorious madness in me. You do, too. 

But I do yawn and say commonplace things not infrequently. 

Sometimes, though, as if a switch gets flipped, I come alive and burn a little brighter. 

We need to switch to madness mode more often and override the default yawn state most of us have grooved into our daily lives. 

Your public display of madness just might infect and transform, even if just momentarily, a yawner or two. 

Shine, friends.