about me. and maybe you.
Is it so absolutely necessary that we always surge forward? Towards the goal at the end of life. Haven't we enough excitement and good fortune during this time, to experience a hundred thousand new beginnings? We, as people, are never satisfied with what we have, it would seem. The constant searching for things we can acquire, things we can take, drains the personality right out of us.
Very few individuals, desire not these same motivations, and are not of the inclination to live entirely in a heterogenous way. These others might be the ones who are marching to a different drummer's beat. Individuals, moreso, are defined and categorized by being identifiably different, separating to the side of the herd. We find the musician, the artist, and the writer. There are others, far less simple to group together than these archetypes of individuality, as well.
"Be very careful to find out and pursue your own way," Henry David Thoreau writes, as he is inclined to believe that, "The vast majority of men live lives of quiet desperation." Desperation to achieve mediocrity cannot be the best way to keep ones wits in line. One could simply say, it appears most wise to live free and uncommitted, as it makes but little difference whether you are committed to a job or to the county jail.
The rare individual is so unique, so refreshingly crystalline, that they may not ever know what others truly think of them. Living in a world, and being of the view, that they are but slightly less normal than the rest. They never know the opinion looking in through their window, sees astounding ingenuity and such a beautiful character, one may meet only but thrice in a lifetime. These select few rarities of stature make up for the others fallen by the wayside, at least tenfold. Friend, lover, sibling or correspondant, it matters not who they are to us, so much as it matters greatly that we know of them.
"Be it life or death, we crave only reality. If we are really dying, let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel cold in the extremities; if we are alive, let us go about our business." - Thoreau
Is it so absolutely necessary that we always surge forward? Towards the goal at the end of life. Haven't we enough excitement and good fortune during this time, to experience a hundred thousand new beginnings? We, as people, are never satisfied with what we have, it would seem. The constant searching for things we can acquire, things we can take, drains the personality right out of us.
Very few individuals, desire not these same motivations, and are not of the inclination to live entirely in a heterogenous way. These others might be the ones who are marching to a different drummer's beat. Individuals, moreso, are defined and categorized by being identifiably different, separating to the side of the herd. We find the musician, the artist, and the writer. There are others, far less simple to group together than these archetypes of individuality, as well.
"Be very careful to find out and pursue your own way," Henry David Thoreau writes, as he is inclined to believe that, "The vast majority of men live lives of quiet desperation." Desperation to achieve mediocrity cannot be the best way to keep ones wits in line. One could simply say, it appears most wise to live free and uncommitted, as it makes but little difference whether you are committed to a job or to the county jail.
The rare individual is so unique, so refreshingly crystalline, that they may not ever know what others truly think of them. Living in a world, and being of the view, that they are but slightly less normal than the rest. They never know the opinion looking in through their window, sees astounding ingenuity and such a beautiful character, one may meet only but thrice in a lifetime. These select few rarities of stature make up for the others fallen by the wayside, at least tenfold. Friend, lover, sibling or correspondant, it matters not who they are to us, so much as it matters greatly that we know of them.
"Be it life or death, we crave only reality. If we are really dying, let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel cold in the extremities; if we are alive, let us go about our business." - Thoreau
i hope all is well.