Author S. K. Nicholas

Life is a series of accidents. Some good, some bad. The stuff we plan is usually boring. Things to pass the time of day. Things to occupy ourselves, to take our minds off more meaningful subjects. Y’know, love and death. The heavy shit. Everything I’ve ever planned has been half-hearted. Nothing has ever interested me enough. Only through accidents and chance encounters has anything of any value happened to me. Strangers that became lovers. Ideas stumbled upon that became obsessions. It’s the time between these accidents and chance encounters that kills me. Life can be so drab when you have to become like everyone else. To obey the rules of fitting in. Oh, what a waste of a soul. What a terrible waste of a spirit. I want some fine wine and a lover who’s willing to fuck up as much as I do. I want to dance in the glory of not knowing where we’re going, but happy going hand in hand into the chaos together. No destinations, only a journey that offers who knows what. Mistakes are the scars we should never cover up. It’s through mistakes that we learn, that we discover who we are. Don’t regret what never turned out well, just go with the flow and see where you’re headed next. You never know what’s around the corner. It’s the magic of these fleeting days that we take for granted. It’s the wonder of the smallest things that should be so valued and precious. Don’t be afraid to fuck up. In fact, do it as much as you can. Otherwise, you’ll become ordinary. The damned hell of being normal. It’s the worst thing you’ll ever encounter. Instead, be mad. Fall in love. Make no plans. Just run into the night, and see what you find. Good or bad, it’s better than the comfort of being numb. It’s the only way there is. Smile because you mean it. Grab hold of the one you love, and hold them close. Don’t fear to be open. Being natural is the only way. Have the guts to be reckless and free. Give yourself some meaning, and embrace the meaningless. Be an artist. Be a stupid romantic. Be what you want to be.