A deep thought post for y’all.
How many of you, in your travels, travails, and enjoying of life, have ran across someone so lost in the void, as to be a burden on everything and everyone around them. Persons (loose attribution here) that have been given life, the same as everyone, but so confounded by daily existence, that they can’t even contemplate getting their heads out of their ass.
Sadly, I see this daily. We are given a gift of unimaginable wealth when we are brought into this world, one only need be bold enough to go for broke to achieve that wealth. Throw caution to the wind and see what life can really taste like. As the saying goes
for those that will fight for it, life has a flavor the sheltered will never know
I lived with my head up my ass for many years. It was during Desert Storm that I realized (unconciously) that life had far more to offer than those things I had been ‘trained’ all of my life to accept. The 9-5/20+yr career/retire and get a gold watch path for examples(this might fit the bill for some, but like anything in life; your joy, might be my poison). I was suffering from some gastro-intestinal issues while we were under all of those black clouds and could see the oilwell fires all around us, and the thought “so this is what hell is like” passed across my mind. The old me died in that hellhole. No bullets fired, no sudden death by artillery, or slow miserable suffering via nerve agent. Nope, that me died the same way a caterpillar ‘dies’. His ghost still roams certain sections of my mind, but his influence is much much reduced. Since that time, I have had explored my world as much as possible given what opportunities I could grab. I have been accused of fabricating stories at times by people that don’t really know me. All I can say to those people is “believe or don’t, I have my proof in my knowledge and memories”. (I have more than a few mementos as well, but that is another matter)
I think that most people that suffer the above infliction of being stuck in life as they are, have only one real issue: not knowing where to begin. It is one thing that is not taught to us because it goes against the status quo’s agenda. ‘They’ expect and demand that people go by that agenda. ‘Go along to get along’ kinda thing. And that really makes for a lot of lost souls in this world.
I am well on my road of grabbing life for all I can get out of it. It isn’t a monetary quest or materialist rush that drives me. My drive is knowledge and experience. Others will find different drives such as metaphysical quests, or artistic endeavors, but the end result is the same; an enlightened and content person. I really wish more people could say the same. Sometimes, ‘where to begin?’ is the hardest question to find an answer for.
sometimes at night
I see their faces
I feel the traces they’ve left on my soul
Those are the memories
That make me a wealthy soul.
travelin man-Bob Seger
Further thoughts on this subject from a better voice than I.