God help me if I ever do anything just because it "makes sense".
**** me then, because I'll be over.
I want the things I choose to be chosen with passion,
With need,
With vitality and determination and...
A total disregard for whether or not they
"make sense".
Growing up is not being sensible or practical
Or working constantly
Or doing what seems to be what you are supposed to do.
That's not what living is.
Growing up is GROWING. Changing.
And every choice you make changes you.
And every choice you make out of passion makes you more brilliant, more alive, more present.
And every choice you make out of practicality dulls you, fades you like a newspaper clipping left in the sun.

God HELP me if I ever "make sense".