Take out a pencil, everyone.
It'll act as a sword in the battle that is life.
Here; I'll be handing out pieces of paper.
With the paper, draw a straight line
right through the center.
Oh no, Sally, fold the paper like a hamburger
not a hotdog.
Now, on one side of the fold, draw a circle.
This circle is a representation of yourself,
of who you are...and what you are.
The white space around you.
that is contained by the fold,
is a symbol
symbolizing endless jelly,
holding you forever in place.
Without movement, only with repetitions
your cyclic life moves to the endgame.
Think, really think, students.
Where in life are you stuck:
are loved ones holding you back?
Are you afraid to opening up your soul?
Do you fear letting yourself achieve?
Think of the place in the world that you inhabit
where lies the doubt in your heart.
Now, forget it; forget the negative powers.
Pencil in hand, draw a straight line
from your circle
through the fold
and to the other side.
This empty space is
the room of opportunity
where you can use whatever
syntax you wish,
where you may wish and dream
upon stars or lucky horseshoes
or on anything at all.
Here, you can be all that your heart desires.
You can live every cliche as if it was a reality.
This side is without fear, without doubt,
and without any of the chains
restraining you in your life.
We've reached liberty, children,
but we must now ascertain it,
take it by the grasps and handles
and run with it.
Throw the paper,
which contains the two worlds-
the jelly one and the free on-
into the endless sky...
metaphorically, of course
(we can't just litter on the floor), Silly Joe.
Okay, forget the past, ignore the future.
Close your eyes, shut them, squeeze them,
what do you see? Where are you?
You are now free.
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