For life is the best thing we have in this existence. And if we should desire to believe in something, it should be a beacon within. This beacon being the sun, sea, and sky, our children, our work, our companions and, most simply put, the embodiment of love.
We used to laugh at our small selves, saying that I was a bad girl trying to be good and that he was a good boy trying to be bad. Through the years these roles would reverse, then reverse again, until we came to accept our dual natures. We contained opposing principles, light and dark.
I’m certain, as we filled down the great staircase, that I appeared the same as ever, a moping twelve years-old, all arms and legs. But secretly I knew I had been transformed, moved by the revelation that human beings create art, that to be an artist was to see what others could not.
But secretly I knew I had been transformed, moved by the revalation that human beings create art, that to be an artist was to see what others could not.
These things were in my mind from the first moment I entered the vocal booth. The gratitude I had for rock and roll as it pulled me through a difficult adolescence. The joy I experienced when I danced. The moral power I gleaned in taking responsibility for one’s action. – Patti Smith.
I imagined a lot of things. That I would shine. That I’d be good. I’d dwell bareheaded on a summit turning a wheel that would turn the earth undetected, amongst the clouds, I would have some influence; be of some avail.
I craved honesty, yet found dishonesty in myself. Why commit to art? For self-realization, or for itself? It seemed indulgent to add to the glut unless one offered illumination.
I was superstitious. Today was a Monday; I was born on Monday. It was a good day to arrive in New York City. No one expected me. Everything awaited me.
Life isn’t some vertical or horizontal line – you have your own interior world, and it’s not neat.
I think its very important to not be afraid to experience joy in the middle of sorrow.
We wanted, it seemed, what we already had, a lover and a friend to create with, side by side. To be loyal, yet be free.
If the postman is saying hello to you, then I feel like, wow, thats something special.
Acknowledge all man as fellow creation, but don’t follow him.
Where does it all lead? What will become of us? These were our young questions, and young answers were revealed. It leads to each other. We become ourselves.
All of my role models, whether it was the disciples, or John the Baptist or Arthur Rimbaud, slept under the stars.
Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.
We go through life. We shed our skins. We become ourselves.