Wednesday, 21 September 2005

  • The randomness of a risker

    As a person who takes so much delight in completely random yet creative things (things which people would think, or sometimes say, “Why the heck would you like that?” or “Why on earth do you do that? You are so weird.”), people who are the same way really get my attention. I love talking randomness with people. To hear one friend say he felt like swimming naked at 1 am, or another say that she doesn’t like capitalism, but pure socialism is better, makes my day. I am drawn to this. I have an affinity for people who like to ride old bikes with fenders. Or others who are way to young to smoke a pipe but do anyway. And when I ask, “So is this your own thing, or do a bunch of your friends do the same thing? Did you study up on this yourself?”, I really love hearing, “No way! This is completely my own thing! I would never expect someone else to do or think the same way I do.” And it is not that I necessarily believe, or do, or hold to the same way of living, but more so he has found his way or she is really living in this.

               

    I have a hard time forgetting people who catch me in this way. That delightful creativity, pure and simple. That subtle rebellion against the system, if there is a system. That extremely clear desire to be one’s self no matter what anyone else thinks. There is no way to contain this within an age because someone like this speaks and thinks in wisdom, yet acts and delights as a child. There is no age to consider.

               

    Can’t stop thinking, can’t stop dreaming, can’t stop risking, can’t be simple enough, can’t take enough joy from this moment, can’t wait till next time, can’t possibly know enough, still in wonder and wondering, always wishing to learn… Aaaah, yes… I do love my life as full and crazy as it is. Show me another corner and I will show you the surprise waiting on the other side. Show me a door and I will take you through it. Show me an adventure and I will join you on it. Show me risk and I will hold your hand through it. Show me pain and I will bear it with you, if not for you.

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Comments (2)

  • anonymous
    Hey friend- I laughed when I read your post because Jenni and I have started smoking pipes once in a while just for the heck of it... It's chic. =)
  • Anti_Manicheist

    I was given a cob-pipe and some tobacco upon graduation from undegrad by a friend, but never got around to smoking it. 

    My form of rebellion from my peers when I was in jr and sr high and initially in college was to be come an arch-conservative apologist for the systems. 

    I still see myself as a conservative whose priorities have changed and who has always valued creativity within rules, as always must be the case, even with (gasp) dancing.

    dlw

    ps, when you gonna review my blog?

    dlw

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