Keep on walking.

Reading back on everything I’ve written since I last put some rambling on this page (which hasn’t been a large amount by any metric), and reflecting on my experiences since coming back stateside, there is a lot of fear around. It seems pervasive in our consciousness as a society. It drives a lot of the division and the inability to meet halfway. I'm being culture shocked by a world I know quite a bit (not that it isn’t everywhere I just haven’t been paying attention). It seems relatively useless for anything but negative byproducts in my opinion. I’m not saying throw caution to the wind and run down the interstate with your underwear on your head (though I endorse all ethical expressions of individuality), but sometimes I think fear holds us back more than it protects us.

I know personally when it creeps in I struggle to recover, to bounce back. It’s the little voice that whispers shit in your ear while you stare at something you want so desperately you can feel it wrenching your gut towards your desire. I think someone said it’s the mind-killer, I agree, but it won’t stop in your mind. There is really only one truth to this life of ours, and it’s that we aren’t going to survive it. Call me bleak or out of touch, but wouldn’t you rather spend your days chasing things which set your soul on fire and feel as if your very existence is at stake for the things you believe in? Or are we content to simmer on begrudgingly forward towards the exact same, if slightly delayed, conclusion. 

Photo cred: Jason Maki