Initial rubbish.. rediscovering fun

Every now and then, i tend to return to the roots of my everything. This evening i was and still am in one of those moments. My motivation is pumped, my ranting is at its peak and i just feel good all over.

And even as Dean Martin's voice consumes my emotions, mixing them up as if they were paints on a platter ( which never turns out to be pretty, because u eventually get a browny coloured thingy which looks like poo, or this purplish brown thingy which doesn't look pretty, but I've already said that... but its true...), i feel impulsive.
I feel like doing something stupid, insane, outrageous. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

My motivation tonight, as "lame" as it might be, is to fly. Aah, the joy and ecstasy that i feel when i lift off!:D and the sadness i feel when my feet touch the ground again :(. I take my shoes off, and coil up again, ready to spring into nothingness.

And even as i do this, some sort of enlightenment hits me. Not answers, but questions. I jump, and fall back onto the ground. Why?


Is it because the Earth needs to stay in its orbit so as to not crash into other planets, or get close enough to the sun to fry us?

Is it because we are able to experience the sweet sensation of breathing in the cold winter morning air instead?

I want to live on the moon. Sure, basketball courts will be hard to come across over there, but at least i will be able to jump higher than Jordan. ;)

Note : i warned you about the rubbish, don't blame me.