To take the world as one finds it, the bad with the good, making the best of the present moment—to laugh at Fortune alike whether she be generous or unkind—to spend freely when one has money, and to hope gaily when one has none—to fleet the time carelessly, living for love and art—this is the temper and spirit of the modern Bohemian in his outward and visible aspect. It is a light and graceful philosophy, but it is the Gospel of the Moment, this exoteric phase of the Bohemian religion; and if, in some noble natures, it rises to a bold simplicity and naturalness, it may also lend its butterfly precepts to some very pretty vices and lovable faults, for in Bohemia one may find almost every sin save that of Hypocrisy. …
His faults are more commonly those of self-indulgence, thoughtlessness, vanity and procrastination, and these usually go hand-in-hand with generosity, love and charity; for it is not enough to be one’s self in Bohemia, one must allow others to be themselves, as well. …
What, then, is it that makes this mystical empire of Bohemia unique, and what is the charm of its mental fairyland? It is this: there are no roads in all Bohemia! One must choose and find one’s own path, be one’s own self, live one’s own life.
“The opposite of war isn’t peace.
Woooo” – La Vie Boheme from Rent (the movie)
I give up.
I’m giving in
to art. Not as something I listen to and want to do and sometimes do and love and think about and dream about, but art as life. Art as life. Life as art. Creating life consciously. As a conscious act. Making life beautiful. Loving,traveling, exploring deeply. surfing on waves of emotion. Entertaining Spirit, I was born a Bohemian. I’m gon live it now out loud full tilt with every breath. Some who know me, and have known me for years may think I do and always have. And this is true. But I’ve always felt a bit guilty and SCARED and I’ve limited myself in ways that make me want to cry, scream, and roll around on the floor laughing.
I will play my part with relish. And mustard.
For my debut, I am wearing a tiara. I am waving my fairy wand. I have on one black combat boot and one greenish grey blue slipper, red suspenders, rainbow boxer briefs with a white waistband, and I am hula hooping while holding a Dr. Pepper and taking the occasional sip.
O Sweet Life
I bow to you.