As I think about the new year turning into 08' I cant help but feel a little old. It seems like just yesterday I was standing outside my house while my dad blew shots of 12 gage shotgun shells into the air to celebrate the new millenium. So my new years resolution is to not feel old like I have been the past few months. I'm only 20 after all!
Just a few days ago I was speaking to a friend who was commenting on how he misses the feeling of invincibility he had during his high school years. The feeling the I can do anything and that I am indestructible. In many ways I agree with him. The late teens of my life (I speak as if they were so long ago) were filled with new things and doing something for the very first time. I know that for me, I haven't done something that I thought of as "new" in a long time and the silly thing is that there is so much left unturned on this planet!
So no more feeling old. No more sitting and doing nothing. No more waiting for other people to do stuff with me that I could perfectly well do by myself. I need to no longer be scared to walk the patch alone. Friendship is great but the true test is that of ones independence.
Not All Who Wander Are Lost
Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, December 30, 2007
To live by phrase not ment for you.
Not All Who Wander Are Lost.
I'm not sure how many times I have said that in my head. My self proclaimed motto to life. When I tell it to people, many give me an odd stare or a funny glance, and all to often I hear "Don't you think that sounds lonely?" My answer is always no. It's a life style for the few of us left in the world who crave what is around the next corner, who want to know what it feels like on the other side of the pass, who love the feel of river water running over our feet as we cross is boarders. Its not the city that we love with it's busy streets and thick, dark, slow air. Its the villages, the pubs, the country side, the wilderness where we feel most at home. Some call us barbaric and backwards, crude and not with the times and we look at them and smile and think about how long we could live off of the price of one of their suits. Suits... what a silly thing to wear in the first place. They don't feel comfortable and you sure as hell can't move in them. Give me a backpack, give me a tent, give me the land and all it has to give back!
Then I look down at the laptop I am typing at. Inside of the suburban two story home with big screen television and X-Box 360. Who am I joking? I'm no Baggins on his way out the door for adventure. I'm a college student who spends more time with his nose in a book then he does outside. What went wrong? Where did I mess it all up? This is not me! Yet, that Jcrew vest I just got does look rather dashing on me. Moreover, who else would help make sure that the Nighthawks stick together if I am off in the woods fishing?
I guess I have some sorting out to do. For now a boy can still dream of the mountains and picture the streams.
Not All Who Wander Are Lost!
I'm not sure how many times I have said that in my head. My self proclaimed motto to life. When I tell it to people, many give me an odd stare or a funny glance, and all to often I hear "Don't you think that sounds lonely?" My answer is always no. It's a life style for the few of us left in the world who crave what is around the next corner, who want to know what it feels like on the other side of the pass, who love the feel of river water running over our feet as we cross is boarders. Its not the city that we love with it's busy streets and thick, dark, slow air. Its the villages, the pubs, the country side, the wilderness where we feel most at home. Some call us barbaric and backwards, crude and not with the times and we look at them and smile and think about how long we could live off of the price of one of their suits. Suits... what a silly thing to wear in the first place. They don't feel comfortable and you sure as hell can't move in them. Give me a backpack, give me a tent, give me the land and all it has to give back!
Then I look down at the laptop I am typing at. Inside of the suburban two story home with big screen television and X-Box 360. Who am I joking? I'm no Baggins on his way out the door for adventure. I'm a college student who spends more time with his nose in a book then he does outside. What went wrong? Where did I mess it all up? This is not me! Yet, that Jcrew vest I just got does look rather dashing on me. Moreover, who else would help make sure that the Nighthawks stick together if I am off in the woods fishing?
I guess I have some sorting out to do. For now a boy can still dream of the mountains and picture the streams.
Not All Who Wander Are Lost!
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