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I'm ISAAC. I'm your broke college student friend with an undeclared major.       Call me.
Never cross out a word. A letter. A phrase. A paragraph. A Face. All of this is evidence of your existence, every piece created for a reason. Every language was meant to be heard. Your voice, a symphony to be performed for your audience. The world. So speak up and join this conversation! Feed the noise and be the party you went to weeks ago where you had one too many drinks and still drove home. Let everyone in on what is feeding your heart. Truth be told, we all have been wasting our lives away throwing it into the wind like morning trash. The day you die, in the last breath that passes through your body, do you really want to discover that your entire being had only been 120 million different forms of trash? My suggestion is this: Go places, see things within your mind. Be nomadic with the thought of others in your heart. Every morning wake up and create something new. And once you have come up with an amazingly delicate idea, smile. Now you have seen a glimpse of what it is to have a life with meaning. Stop wasting your voice with meaningless lyrics like "Do you want fries with that" or "Nice portfolio Jane. I'll fax you in the morning," or nothing at all. Stop being so repetitive. Stop writing sentences. with periods. only. at. the end. Stop listening for a mistake in other's choice of words, instead of the meaning behind them. Stop reading this and get started. Create.
-Noah Parks