Thoughts on turning 1/4 of a hundo years old:
Maturity is something that is decieving; we often confuse becomming more mature with never repeating the same mistakes again. I don't think all repeated mistakes are failures... some lessons need practice to learn.
I am no longer sure that I will be able to get everywhere in life navigating only by the helm of intuition.
I also recognize that decision making will NEVER be easy until the day I die.
If love were like one side of a coin, I do not think its opposite side would be hate: I think it would be apathy.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Into the wild.
Just finished watching into the wild.
Wholly Shit. As in: "holy shit!" and, "wholly taken over".
Somethings in there are truth, wonderful, and deeply saddening all at once. To me it seemed posed that there is a decision in every mans life to be a part of society or to be apart. And, once you step one way you cannot go the other. It is like a one way door.
What is society, and why do people often do bad things while we are in "it"? It is so easy to blame, but really it is a meaningless word with a circular definition: are we not society, and it dares to be asked: are we good or are we bad?
One line that really got to me was: "Happiness is only real when it is shared." It makes me wonder, what is the point of it all if there is you and you alone? How can you be happy and a good person and live in this society that makes and pushes and pulls towards selfishness and corrupt heartless acts? Why is there always this strong desire to be a part of something bigger and have a home and family? Can we rely on human relationships or are we just trying to connect with the bigger thing of the universe, the God, the What, the love?
How can I be a part of this thing and still sing a love song for the freedom and desire for nature, for the wild, for this otherness. Was a seed left insede of us all before we became human, that points us like a lodestone towards this primal nature? Were we ever anything but society, but ties, collars, ironed shirts, pressed pants and a 9 to 5?
Happiness is only real if it is shared, with family and loved ones, and friends. I still remember that the truth I found while in the desert was that you must venture out into the woods, but you must always reutrn and share what you have learned.... but how can you boldly and truthfully go into the wild like that and ever be able to return? it seems as if there is a point of no return where in you give up your humanness and become wild again. And with that comes freedom and magic, but with that also comes a deep aloneness and isolation. There is something out there that must be shared but as soon as it is discovered it becomes almost impossible to save from extortion, from destruction, from humanness as if it were a holy place and to enter it you must become that otherness, that non-human.
Another line:
I realize that it is not important to be strong, but to feel strong.
this is all gobblety gook right now and will need to be sorted through later.
Ask this question:
why are we here and what is our purpose?
and also in conjunction with that:
what is out there, what is nature and how are we to live in it?
Wholly Shit. As in: "holy shit!" and, "wholly taken over".
Somethings in there are truth, wonderful, and deeply saddening all at once. To me it seemed posed that there is a decision in every mans life to be a part of society or to be apart. And, once you step one way you cannot go the other. It is like a one way door.
What is society, and why do people often do bad things while we are in "it"? It is so easy to blame, but really it is a meaningless word with a circular definition: are we not society, and it dares to be asked: are we good or are we bad?
One line that really got to me was: "Happiness is only real when it is shared." It makes me wonder, what is the point of it all if there is you and you alone? How can you be happy and a good person and live in this society that makes and pushes and pulls towards selfishness and corrupt heartless acts? Why is there always this strong desire to be a part of something bigger and have a home and family? Can we rely on human relationships or are we just trying to connect with the bigger thing of the universe, the God, the What, the love?
How can I be a part of this thing and still sing a love song for the freedom and desire for nature, for the wild, for this otherness. Was a seed left insede of us all before we became human, that points us like a lodestone towards this primal nature? Were we ever anything but society, but ties, collars, ironed shirts, pressed pants and a 9 to 5?
Happiness is only real if it is shared, with family and loved ones, and friends. I still remember that the truth I found while in the desert was that you must venture out into the woods, but you must always reutrn and share what you have learned.... but how can you boldly and truthfully go into the wild like that and ever be able to return? it seems as if there is a point of no return where in you give up your humanness and become wild again. And with that comes freedom and magic, but with that also comes a deep aloneness and isolation. There is something out there that must be shared but as soon as it is discovered it becomes almost impossible to save from extortion, from destruction, from humanness as if it were a holy place and to enter it you must become that otherness, that non-human.
Another line:
I realize that it is not important to be strong, but to feel strong.
this is all gobblety gook right now and will need to be sorted through later.
Ask this question:
why are we here and what is our purpose?
and also in conjunction with that:
what is out there, what is nature and how are we to live in it?
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