“… the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
-Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Sometimes in my trip going somewhere, I met the kind of people that have that passion in their eyes, sometimes burning gently but sometimes fiercely scorching its surrounding with hot blooded craziness. I’m sure everyone have met this kind of people in our life, and right after we could notice that there is something different in them. The Key People. The Eye of the Storm. The Mad Ones.