Tuesday, January 13 | Filed in:
My roommate Elise got a typewriter for Christmas. She was playing on it over break and wrote us (me and my other roommates) this quirky and inspiring letter (she's a pretty quirky one herself). I enjoyed it and wanted to share.
D.r.E.a.M.
what do you wish for? what do you desire? do you want to have the speed of carl lewis . . . a runner, i think? or do you prefer to see the earth from the window of a rocket ship? do you desire the rush of lost autonomy like a sky diver? do you now if your wishes would come true on a tropical beach, a native named Umbucko feeding you coconut shavings and rubbing fresh aloe plant on your face? what if you built an entire house out of whipped cream . . .canned pineapple . . . aluminum foil? wouldn!t that be grand!er or do you wish f or a family with the gusto of anestasia?
are you an artist? are you an inventor?
dream . . .
dream . . .
dare to dream . . .
what if you were written about in the guiness book of records? the only (only . .ONLY) one . . .
how u.n.i/q.u.e.
do you want to fly? are you a soaring crane, or an eagle wishing for rogaine? are you a giant blue whale (largest mammel . . .i checked). or maybe a manatee (manitee). look out for propellers . .
maybe you have been bitten by a giant travel bug. dance across every nation. one people. one language. up and down. up and down on a camel, how on earth did they build those pyramids? it's all in good fun! do you twirl in a red top hat at a hooka lounge? is your home a park, a bridge, a palace? do you ride in a horse-drawn sled to the market, a scarf covering your head. is your city made of blocks of ice? blubber (love that word) keeps you warm--don't you see.
or do you spend all day watching television?
unique???
or . . . do you already know who you are, know you are the only you, know you are special (the secret is . . . you ARE)
inexpensive searching.
found.
whatever you do, do it with all your heart.
and dare.
DARE.
dare.
to dReAm . . .
Elise:
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3 comments:
Woo. That was good.
One of these days I'll have to meet the writer.
i just read the original. and you should be back any minute from class. someone just knocked on the door. that probably wouldn't be you. tinsley is cutting david's hair. and it turns out the person at the door was a mailman. i'm glad i'm here.
right on! cool letter.
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