Wednesday, April 25, 2012

A Writer`s Howl


     I wonder to myself how can an artist escape the fear of themselves and failure? My fingers and mind have run dry as of late. I’ve written pages that later I re-read and they feel false like illusions of what I really want to say. We live in a world where everyone can try and yet no one does. Once great novels and pages of ideas breathed out the life of the infinite for those yearning for more, but now it’s all just an Iphone application. Even right in this moment, I can feel an overwhelming feeling of stopping writing and looking at something else. Maybe that is the pull back into the normal, the pull back into everyone else. I don’t want that, I want to wade into the murky forests not seen before and recorded... I want to be real at least to myself. Charles Dickens quote lingers in my mind: “Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life... “
     
    At least now, I don’t care about success at least in that normal way. I just want to do something I can be proud of, I want to make myself happy and do what for me has always been so hard... living in the moment without thoughts of excitement in the future or memories of the past. Why can’t I be a Kerouac who pounds the keys for three straight days?... (it’s hard enough to pound them for 3 straight minutes)  possessed by the a spirit that only the likes of him and Henry Miller will ever know... a two way connection to the world Élan. All I get is uncertainty of self next to a world I’m not always sure I want to be a part of yet can’t turn my eyes away from. This is my time, not the past or the future, but right now. The choice is mine whether to cower from possibility or bask in its warmth...  

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The Richest People in the World


    I haven’t much liked Birthdays for many years. Growing up in a smaller city like Edmonton I was brainwashed by the thought that 25 year olds were ancient and that people in their 30’s were suppose to be married with kids, have mortgages, and never heard from again. In Edmonton youths go crazy between 16 to 23 - lots of drinking, sex, and drugs. The prevailing pathos was get it out of your system, it’s “normal” to run wild, BUT – it’s also “normal” to give that up and pretend it never happened by the time you’re about 25. You don’t have to be settled at that point, but the logic is that you should be well on the path towards it that is if you too want suburban bliss in your future. For these reasons, I felt after I was 24, even though I was traveling the world, that I was “old” and there was no point celebrating getting any older. I had submitted to a life time of indoctrination. Now though with my 35th Birthday just past last week I have come to realize that getting older isn’t such a bad thing. Over the next few blogs, as a tribute to my Birthday, I want to look at a few different kernels of wisdom I think I have accumulated over the years. Starting first with this:  

1) The Destination doesn't matter, it’s the journey that does...

    Would it be worth being rich someday in the distance future if every day to achieve that was a struggle you didn’t enjoy? A lot of people I have known become infatuated with the plan; the plan that is suppose to see them achieve everything they want in life, or more appropriately what they think they want in life. There are two issues with this concept. First, how do you know if what you think you want is what you really want until you have achieved it? And secondly, if your life has been spent working towards a goal what are you going to do when you get there? Making this last question rhetorical, I doubt many actually bask in the glory of achieving their goal for very long. Instead after spending a life getting to that point they return to what they know – “working” towards another goal. In the end it is not the goal one aims for, it’s the emotionality connected day in and day out in the pursuit of that goal.

     A friend back in Edmonton gave up his twenties in order to strive towards “maybe” having early retirement. He worked massive hours and barely spent a cent for ten years during his twenties. I’d heard that this friend at one point had been placed on a 50 dollar a week allowance by his wife. When I once asked what the point of this continued pursuit was years later– this after they had gotten the big suburban house and two nice, new cars - the answer I received was tellingly vague. She answered and told me they wanted more: an even bigger house, nicer cars, and finer things. When I asked her why, as they already had a lot by many people’s standards, she couldn't really answer - she just did. Filling in the blanks I’ll speculate that feeling superior to those around them must have played a large role. That vision of success is based on externalities, rather than creating success from within, it’s based on how you think other people will perceive you. A serious issue with this position is that in order for it to work you would have to surround yourself with people who hold similar success values. If people of similar external values are present it creates a vacuum where each actor in the system can take up their respective role of either looking up enviously or looking down smugly and contemptuous. This life path is clouded by negative mental states like pity, scorn of others, and jealousy. My friend’s pursuit creates these negative power oriented emotions on a day to day basis and becomes one of the central aspects of their journey. That’s why they wanted more in order to feel more powerful using external markers to gage that power. What about an alternative though?

     If internal concepts are chosen as a point of success than the journey can really be enjoyed.  Giving up life pursuits that are based around showing other people how great, intelligent, or successful one is allow the best chance to enjoy the journey. For myself I don’t want to be competitive or think I have leverage in relationships based on what I show externally. Rather, I want to connect with people because they interest me and I want to find out who they are and show them who I am.  Taking this point of view fills my journey with positive emotions like curiosity, empathy, and introspective realization. These are the feelings I want on a daily basis. I like to think if you interact with your environment in this way you might be able to discover truths about yourself and find out find where your real passions lie. That is what life is about anyway self discovery and finding out what it is you really wanted rather than what everyone else told you should strive for. If you are one of the lucky ones and find your passion you can mold your life journey to that passion, bringing it into your daily existence, and have the best chance at happiness.  There can be no doubt in my mind that a person that loves each day is the richest person in the world...

Coming soon. Part two:  Be completely yourself and you will attract the right people.