“Unusual soul, unconventional thinker, spirit explorer, life adventurer, transparent heart, passion to do, and, life to the fullest”. His life appears to be that of a nomad yet he somehow found roots where he stood. All the institutions he belonged to now count with wings that boast his name. They were all transformed by him. He showed there is absolutely nothing men cannot accomplish. He was a parent, his children are beacons of his legacy.
Be particles of body scattered across the world. Be your own "Communities” and let them play 84 different songs, handpicked by you. Your life's soundtrack as a guiding compass. Each song representing a year of life. Send an unusual message and choose, for minutes, to be music. Be ashes on snow. Be frameworks of unconventional ideas that breathe fresh air. Be hopes suspended on mineral water tanks. Be a heart pulsating. Be colour on canvas. Be silence and observation. Be vibrancy of spirit. Be life, every year, every day, every minute, and every second.
Come to be NOT like anyone else. Be ocean power, fiery everlasting sun, a freedom seeking soul. Come here to be your own soul, to set your own path. Live life in seconds most miss. Transcend daily routines, go a layer deeper. That layer is a place no one will understand fully. Have a a way of engaging the world. Have a way of engaging communities. Be unusual, rich, and generous. Move with light, be a foreign dimension where finding meaning is all that could be asked.
Rest in Quito; glide over Maine; fly over Oxford spirals; fire start sparkles in the great New York; trainspot to India, China, Brazil. Paint London. At this very minute: be. At the next minute: be. Particles of soul envelop this air. Grab life and legacy.
"Look at life in the face and know it for what it is." Do not come here to live by anyone’s standards but your own. That is: creativity and heart. Come here “to find the perfect day, six glasses of water, seven phone calls”. Come here to challenge own notions. Come here to dare to know.
Just think of the soul, the one strived to become, and clap! Clap at the top of your hands, at the top of your hourses! Clap for life, for memory. Clap for victories. Clap for failures. Clap so a foot print sets clear through it all.
Souls, of desires, unobserved spaces, and seconds of existence. Back on the horse and onto the carriage. Time matters. Evolve. Matter. Unleash, yeah!
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