Ideas never die. They are the lifeblood that continues to pump through us, giving us the will and courage to keep on with the mundane and drudgery. Having an idea, no matter how looked down upon or ridiculed, is a beautiful thing. It provides hope when despair would otherwise overrun. Ideas are things to shoot for, goals to aim at. When people say no, the idea lives on. How can they be defeated? Our ideas are ourselves, manifested beyond all common sense and responsibility that may arise. When we are cast as losers or failures or pathetic, our ideas live on.
But here's the thing...it's one thing to have ideas. They keep us going. They are powerful and moving and crucial to our very existence. We need to be careful, however, to not allow our ideas to consume us. Living a life based solely on ideas can render us inconsequential and held hostage by that which we imagine, rather than that which is real.
What I'm writing about tonight...passion. Something that we feel strongly about, so strongly that we can stake our lives on it. That idea will never die. We pursue it, and, if strong enough, it will live on. An idea cannot be stomped on, threatened, or stolen. Yes, having our ideas does not necessarily make us right. Far from it. But if we feel so passionate about it, so convinced, then how can we be wrong? It's our idea. Don't let those ideas burn out.
I watched V for Vendetta tonight. Made me think...
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