AN OPEN LETTER FROM A LUNATIC (MAD MAN) BY RABO ISRAEL
I’m the guy you always stared at. As I move about, I feel eyes feasting at me, devouring me with their glance. I know I’ve got a reputation for looking tattered and acting out of order.
I know when my name is mentioned all that comes to mind is mental illness and wild behavior, behaviors unassociated with sane men but insanity has blessed me with what sanity could never bring.
It turned me to a celebrity, it’s given me the attention a man in his right senses could never have, I’ve got the popularity an orderly man could never get.
Only Crazy people get attention sane people don’t. Only extremist get heard, average’s don’t. There is an enemy called average trying to be your friend don’t settle for him.
Mandela was mad for freedom, Pele for football, Hitler was crazy over power, Martin Luther, equality.
What do you want? how are you going about it? sanely? Sorry is your name!
Do You need attention? Fame for breakfast? Popularity for lunch? Then Sanity is a disease insanity it’s cure. Sane men attract no one.
To be watched, you’ve got to do what the average man don’t do. You’ve got to train extra, you’ve got to train out of normal order.
You want to be free from addiction how are you going about it? Go insane till you get it.
So next time you see me don’t just stare, get inspired, ask yourself, Have you been crazy enough for what you want? when you are, people will have no choice but to stop and watch you display. They would never stop if you are sane about it.
So roll up your sleeves, get to work go crazy for your work, for what you love, for what you want to become, that’s what will give you attention and bring your name to lime light.