Rules

Rules. Rules. Rules. Rules. Rules.

Who makes them? That's the burning question in my mind. Who puts a price on somebody's passion? Why do we have to do what makes sense all the time? Why do we trade what we love for what is practical? What if our passion is impractical? What if you want to pursue your dreams and society tells you no. The world tells you no. The church tells you no. The economy tells you no. What do you do? Settle?

I'd rather dream of impossible things.

I'd rather color outside of the lines.

I'd rather defy gravity.

I'd rather... but do I have the courage? The strength to swim against the tide? To be compelled by an internal longing rather than an external demand? Does my passion burn brightly enough?

I think I'll stoke the fire in my heart and let it consume me. Let the flames lick away at my fear and misgivings. Then at least if it burns out, it's not because it was squelched.

Some rules are just made to be broken.

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