This Is What Happened...

Contrary to popular opinion I am coming to believe freedom means being able to choose the right thing, even when it's hard. Anybody can be a slave to their desires, lusts, wants, etc...being able to not let those things control you, not letting your mind be enslaved to your momentary hopes? That is freedom, living beyond the cage you live in. Freedom is not being what you are told you have to be, and choosing to be what you want to be beyond the whims of culture...beyond the whims of emotion or hormones... To often screens with glowing letters and pictures tells us that life with no restraints or boundaries is the ideal. The satisfaction of an invincible body and redos of video games ought to be the norm, ought to be real life...and if it's not easy..it's probably not worth striving for.  ...It's not popular to follow the crowd or tradition. Being different is cool. Sometimes the hardest things in our American culture is to...not be an independent being

I don't know that anything is really wrong...in a lot of ways it's right...but I'm bored with myself...and, maybe that is normal and I am only now entering a world of normalcy other humans live in most of their lives... I want my life to matter, I want it to be interesting but I don't think life has ever been so daily as it is here. I mean it is uneventful. I rise at 7:30 I read and eat breakfast. I go to work. I eat lunch at noon and dinner when I get off. I usually work out in the evening. I think about writing but just keep coming face to face with the fact that my life is very uneventful...it seems just another figure on somebody's data chart for days worked, hours banked, income earned, tasks completed or in process. I am a measuring tool for an external thing which is not me and it's success...I do not hate it, but I suppose not hating your life is hardly a destination. I am bored with myself and my adventures...or lack there of. A weekend get away

Hearts are like feet… They start soft, unable to support one’s own emotional weight…which leaves one sobbing in tears or giggling to them at a moment’s notice. At first they must be wrapped and warmed in simple things…others are left to tend for them, but as you grown they change. They become stronger and take a form of their own, they can now bear more and stand alone longer. But when unprotected they can be hurt, gouges can be taken from soul and sole alike And when rubbed against life like sand paper both become calloused and hardened….sure over time that callous may lessen, may start to heal, but it takes far longer than we would like and although a calloused heel is good for walking along a rough road barefoot it is not good for a foot massage….with the coming of one you lose something of the other and to which ever extreme you tread there will be consequences… And yet both fuel journeys, you cannot have adventures without both...the hardness to bea