do you know henderson the rain king? he says that circuses really just break elephants feather spirits to make their heavy feet still. from first step they are hindered by ravish chains that claw a log that chokes elephant would-be-steps. then as those baby elephant feet with the would-be-steps grow to make aging would-be-footsteps, a pathetic stick is the only line between those would-be-steps and real-life-steps.
i think that's what we do to our babies too. only their logs are built of responsibilities & careers & expectations. just imagine our would-be-steps as those dreams of wild-proportions (e.g. astronaut, singer/song writer, etc.) to settling for bored realities of realistic-proportions. just break our babies' backs enough and the only stick they'll need to keep their feet still is student loans & doing something logical & starting a family by the horribly average age of 26 and 1/3. their would-be-hopes get stuck in our babies' chests and they find themselves chained to mortgages & rush-marriages & lives that choke their spirits.
i don't want to be one of those baby elephants with the would-be-steps. i want to burn my log and melt my chains and char the earth with my real-life-hopes. so i suppose just now i poured that gallon of kerosene and dropped that match from a forgotten bar; now to see if i make it out alive. here's to dreams that don't make sense.
