"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for." -John Keating, Dead Poets Society
I'm always stumped when I meet someone who is completely obsessed with matters of fact. You know the type...no romantic bone in his body, all work and no play, never stopping to just breath and enjoy the aesthetic pleasures that life has to offer. This person might as well have been born senseless, because he damn well seems to waste them on rather menial affairs. Hellen Keller had seen more beauty in a day than a bloke like this will see in his whole life.
All work and no play makes Jack wonder why he's here. As a kid I imagined working every job. Every time a suspecting adult asked me what I'd like to be when I grew up, I'd give a new bizarre answer. As a matter of fact, I still do give a new answer every time the question is posed. I'm eager for all different kinds of work and for a bulk of it to be playful as well...so that this dull Jack doesn't have an existential fit.
My parents told me growing up that I had the capability to be anything I aspired to be...I wholeheartedly believed them and I'm extremely thankful for such an optimistic roof to have been raised under. I've seen other families that completely juxtapose the dynamic of mine as well...gone into survival mode...stressing their kids to the point of getting cookie cutting money making jobs for the purpose of providing for their future family (yet to even exist) with excess at whatever cost that may come to be, most likely their own attention I'll venture to guess.
I must continually come to touch with a reality that allows me to be a whole new level of intimate with my surroundings. If fresh eyes laid on this eager world is color, it is important for me not to let my world desaturate. The moment, my world starts to go gray...I must remind myself of the vastness of life and the perspectives I've likely not taken a look through yet; it's moments like that, which I am able to regain traction on a perfectly romantic outlook on my life.
Right now I really enjoy reading in my spare time. I love spending good time with my friends. I like laughing more than I think I ever have in my life. I'm becoming extremely fond of good surf. And I'm pretty sure that birds sing sweeter songs than they used to.
My soul in February of 2017 belonged not to my schedule, rather to the holes in my schedule.
