Here is to the weird ones.

Here is to the weird ones, the awkward, those who don’t quite fit. Here is to the quirky, the different, the non-conformists. Here is to the poets, the artists, the moon howlers. Here is to the hungry mad readers, the mind travellers, the daydreamers. Here is to those who feel uncomfortable, the unsatisfied, those who spill themselves on the page, raining words like relief on arid lands. Here is to the kind hearted, the quiet ones, the verbose lacking confidence. Here is to those who dwell on the details, who find universes in a grain of sand. Here is to the learners, those who open hungry eyes and eager ears to the awareness of their ignorance. Here is to the unassuming, the non-believers, the empiricists, those who need to understand. Here is to the seekers, the explorers, the unsettled. Here is to those who go farther, deeper, higher and further. Here is to those who wander in wonder, those who seek amazement, the vagrants of knowledge, the nomads of understanding. Here is to those who listen, but don’t follow, who observe, but do not partake. Here is to the wallflowers of life, here is to the beating heart in their minds. You are those who don’t fully belong to this world and therefore are compelled to change it.