If life is a garden and as soon the seeds hit you they turn to shit instead of bloom, well you can’t rightly be a shitty person but something has surely gone to the shitter. Take what life gives you and help it bloom! Change your perspective, your technique, learn a new approach and grow with the world; the idealistic platitude spews and sings. Yet so often do people fall into a slide for the gifts of this life leading right into oblivion but arming them with anger, loathings, taking limbs and showering in misunderstanding. So why not make a place that turns gifts into great tools, works of art, spaceships or makes the potential flourish?
People have many places in their minds. Moods, situations where certain ideas gravitate more or less freely, places where one feels free and alive or stuck and broken and all sorts of shades and shapes between or beyond. But for the sake of argument, lets make a new one. One free of worry and regret. One without time limits or the constraints we as beings suffer. Lets make a palace, a kingdom, a rocket ship, a bathroom covered in gold and shiny things, make it whatever the fuck your heart desires. But make a place free where whilst there, ideas can be projected and seen in their greatest potential.
There is nothing that cannot be turned into a springboard for success of some kind. Even tragedies can lead to great comebacks or fabulous new ideas only possibly seen by being so low. This is my cloud and I present to you that if you are able, still able, to use the imagination that you create your own cloud. And do frequent such a place but not so to escape but to tilt and bend, stretch and glisten, shine and embellish one’s own perception of things.
