Starting tomorrow with a week in the big apple I shall embark upon 7 weeks of travel that shall then lead me through the three capitals of England, France and Italy.
I'm sure I will have a plethora of new observations during the next two months but unfortunately will not have a computer available to me during the entirety of my travels. I will do my best to keep writing.
For now you can ponder this hypothesis:
Every person is essentially the same; we all wonder about the same things, feel the same pain and joy, face the same challenges. The individuality of human kind becomes apparent only when we react to these ordinary occurrences in our own unique ways. Personalities do not come from the essence of your being so much as from our coping methods. Once you look past the fact that this man did this and that man did that you'll realize that they both feel the same fear. She may be a "bad person" and he a saint, but I assure you they feel the same love as you (whoever you are).
I don't understand how to rationalize the definition of rights and wrongs believing this...
Monday, November 22, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Christmas Tree Choppers are Respectable Workers Too.
"Marry well sweetheart. Find a nice rich man buying clothes at Harrods and flirt away because that hundred and sixty dollar dress isn't going to buy itself for you".
Yes. You got me! I have good taste and the thirst for expensive things. BUT, just because I adore these classic red "Bordeaux" pumps does not mean I want to wear heels the rest of my life.
"You know mom, it's much more likely that I'll fall in love with a river rat and be just as happy in my red-strapped Chacos instead!"
What a debate this turned into...
Is my life-code really what it is because I'm an 18 year old? Will it really transform itself into that which I'm repellant to now as the years roll by? I can't accept that I have youthful views because I'm of a youthful age and not because I have a youthful spirit. And I'm sorry, but I know that spirits do not age.
Ok, this post is flitting all over the place, let me try to fill in the gaps before I continue on that note.
Apparently who I marry and the wealth of who I marry determines my future happiness. Yeah right! Sure I can daydream all day about falling in love with prince charming, prancing about my huge New York apartment in a satin bathrobe getting ready for the big Gala evening out, but what shoes to wear! The gold Antonio Melanie pumps? or the Louis Vuitton glazed calf leather heels? See how easily I just fantasized all that? Don't get me wrong, that life would be the shit! I just can't believe that such a happiness created from materialism and little green pieces of paper is as pure and strong as the happiness derived from being with the person you love on a hike through beautiful wilderness surroundings where all you can think about is the miracle of nature and how goddamn lucky you are to have found this sweat saturated mountain man that you love so much! This is how I see the spectrum.
Next generation up, you ask my mom and she mentions only the instability of a river rat lifestyle, the horrible economy that will leave him with only a job at the Home Depot Christmas tree lot in the winter once the rafting season is over and then think about how happy you'll be!
I know I'm young, but thats not the root of our differing views. My romanticism is a result of optimism, and that my dear readers is ageless.
Living a hard life can bring depression knocking on your door so I hear, it seems only natural, right? But I was lucky enough to come across a story that has been an inspiration to me and constantly reminds me of the powers of optimism. There lives a woman named Alice. She turns 107 years old this month. Her age is the least extraordinary thing about her, even as the worlds oldest living holocaust survivor. The truly amazing part of her story is how she was able to ward off depression through her experience in a concentration camp and everyday after--including today--with music. Her ability to play the piano was what saved her life during the war and the heart she put into her music it is how she is still living happily today. Pretty amazing, huh? Alice accounts it all to optimism.
That is the kind of story that has a place in my copy of "How to Live your Life to the Fullest for Dummies".
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| What about these shoes? |
Yes. You got me! I have good taste and the thirst for expensive things. BUT, just because I adore these classic red "Bordeaux" pumps does not mean I want to wear heels the rest of my life.
"You know mom, it's much more likely that I'll fall in love with a river rat and be just as happy in my red-strapped Chacos instead!"
What a debate this turned into...
Is my life-code really what it is because I'm an 18 year old? Will it really transform itself into that which I'm repellant to now as the years roll by? I can't accept that I have youthful views because I'm of a youthful age and not because I have a youthful spirit. And I'm sorry, but I know that spirits do not age.
Ok, this post is flitting all over the place, let me try to fill in the gaps before I continue on that note.
Apparently who I marry and the wealth of who I marry determines my future happiness. Yeah right! Sure I can daydream all day about falling in love with prince charming, prancing about my huge New York apartment in a satin bathrobe getting ready for the big Gala evening out, but what shoes to wear! The gold Antonio Melanie pumps? or the Louis Vuitton glazed calf leather heels? See how easily I just fantasized all that? Don't get me wrong, that life would be the shit! I just can't believe that such a happiness created from materialism and little green pieces of paper is as pure and strong as the happiness derived from being with the person you love on a hike through beautiful wilderness surroundings where all you can think about is the miracle of nature and how goddamn lucky you are to have found this sweat saturated mountain man that you love so much! This is how I see the spectrum.
Next generation up, you ask my mom and she mentions only the instability of a river rat lifestyle, the horrible economy that will leave him with only a job at the Home Depot Christmas tree lot in the winter once the rafting season is over and then think about how happy you'll be!
I know I'm young, but thats not the root of our differing views. My romanticism is a result of optimism, and that my dear readers is ageless.
Living a hard life can bring depression knocking on your door so I hear, it seems only natural, right? But I was lucky enough to come across a story that has been an inspiration to me and constantly reminds me of the powers of optimism. There lives a woman named Alice. She turns 107 years old this month. Her age is the least extraordinary thing about her, even as the worlds oldest living holocaust survivor. The truly amazing part of her story is how she was able to ward off depression through her experience in a concentration camp and everyday after--including today--with music. Her ability to play the piano was what saved her life during the war and the heart she put into her music it is how she is still living happily today. Pretty amazing, huh? Alice accounts it all to optimism.
That is the kind of story that has a place in my copy of "How to Live your Life to the Fullest for Dummies".
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