Life is hard, man.
There are so many bullshit people in this world that will tell you that it's all going to be alright, it's never as bad as it seems, and that you're just young.
But, listen to me for a second. Life is abundant, chaotic, like the world. Mountains of obstacles grow as volcanoes of tragedy burst while the trees of love and happy moments fade in to the fall ground. Oceans of sorrow rest in your heart as tsunamis of insecurity pound your poverty stricken civilization of confidence. Jobs, tests, college, love, money, power. Life is so hard that I can't even list all of the things that are hard about it.
It is a world inside of you that is just as ferocious as the one within you. There is wars between spirit and reality as you search for escape, your niche of peace that teleport you from this devious world to a lonely island. We create art, poetry, music. We go on walks, go to the dopest local sight seeing place, drink some beer, smoke some weed. Anything, just for the slightest moment of serenity. It is because life is so god damn hard.
Where there is destruction, there is prosperity. The structures we build of our concepts, our routines, our rituals, all make for cities of mentality. We build these cities and skyscrapers as we grow up, with experience, knowledge, and wisdom of the world's ways. They are walls that we build, instead of climb. We build defense mechanisms, instead of squaring the fuck up with whatever demon may be lurking in our souls today.
The world wants to know what you consider your greatest strength, so it can undermine you.
The world wants to know your greatest fear, as it challenges you to face it.
The world desires to know what you cherish most, so it can rip it from your heart.
The world wants to know how badly you want peace, so it can deny it from you.
And that, is where you find the answer.
Poetry does not derive from peaceful gardens. The pinnacle peak of your soul's power is birthed by the most striking pain you have ever felt. Your greatest strength is simply what you practice most, what you love most, and if you love it, who gives a fuck if it undermines you? Your greatest fear is the higher power breaking your ankles and then blatantly stepping over you on live television. And I know you're not soft, so fight back. The world will rip what you cherish from your heart, so you can prove to it that you will do whatever it takes to get it back. And the world wants to know how badly you want peace, so it can teach you that it does not exist.
Embrace the chaos.
You are burning alive with fiery passion, intelligence beyond measure.
And that is why your greatest fear isn't that you are inadequate, it is that you have a power beyond this dimension, and you will never be able to reach it.
Life is hard. Life is fucking awesome.
Express all that you feel in to everything you do. Spread the most intense love because of the massive pain you have felt. And reach it. "Waste your time" on doing everything you want to do.
It's okay if you don't make enough money. It's okay if that dude cheated on you. But it's not okay for you to let your value go to waste, to let your pain go to waste, to let the difficulty of life go to waste.
Read. Write. Travel. Change someone's life.
It really is, that easy.
Life is hard. People tell you all of the time, "come on man, it's not rocket science, just do it."
The difference with this is, life is rocket science.
So give it the biggest middle finger today, and build a UFO. Fly that shit to planets of spiritual prosperity, literally chase those shooting stars, and pursue the cosmic dream with your fuel, of the struggle of life.
Daniel Buccafusca believes in you, even if nobody else does.
Let's build some UFO's today people. Because life is hard, and I fucking love it.