let it rip
"Just once I wanted a task that required all the joy I had. Day after day I had noticed that if I waited long enough, my strong unexpressed joy would dwindle and dissipate inside me, over many hours, like a fire subsiding, and I would at last calm down. Just this once I wanted to let it rip.
What I was letting rip, in fact, was my willingness to look foolish, in [others’] eyes and in my own. Having chosen this foolishness, I was a free being. How could the world ever stop me, how I could betray myself, if I was not afraid?"
(Annie Dillard, An American Childhood)
Photos from years and years ago.
We were different people then. We are different people now. That is how it should be.
More and more I crave being with those who are unconcerned with cool…or hippest, latest, best. Those who really live instead of talking about living.