Love Rabbits, Wouldn't Want to Be One
Let’s face it - the meek shall not inherit the earth, and even if they did, the inheritance probably wouldn’t be worth be much by the time their turn came around.
I realized that over the past few years, I have gradually lost the nerve to look strangers in the eye and I don’t laugh heartily like I used to… Since when did I become a rabbit? No, no, this is not me.
This is life, this is now, this is the time for anything and everything wonderful. I wish my inner censor would get a sense of humour and join the party. Together we would belt out tunes however cringeworthy, recite Shakespeare at the top of our lungs and practise the violin unselfconsciously. We would playfully karate chop dour businessmen and make them giggle like schoolchildren and pogo-stick across newly waxed floors. We would say exactly what we meant and would do exactly what gave us joy. We would not inherit the earth; we would inhabit it - fully, rightfully, delightfully.
Posted on December 30, 2001 06:06 PM