then read this:
“When we walk to the edge of all the light we have and take the step into the darkness of the unknown, we must believe that one of two things will happen….There will be something solid for us to stand on, or we will be taught to fly.” ~Patrick Overton
When I was a child, the oldest of 3 boys, I wanted to see and do everything. I wanted to know the richness of life and the spartan darkness as well. My travels in search of this have taken me far and wide. I've lived many lives already within this one. I've hitch hiked thousands of miles across Canada and into Alaska, I've sought fruition and prosperity in half a dozen careers, I've made 6 figures and I've lived on nothing but spare change and dumpster garnish. Where once, I might have been a shapely brick in an elders' concept of an organized collective; I am now perhaps less rigid and have had my edges worn smooth. These scars define me. I am uniquely abraded and no less youthful or exuberant about the possibilities before me. I'm the jagged stone in the silvery brook that stands out amongst the rounded river rocks. I find joy in abandon, yet I've learned through hardship not to be as reckless as I once was. I'm no less willing to be the first to jump. I search out the high peaks and the low valleys. The journey between them fills my soul with promise.
A close friend once told me, "A man is only allowed three great loves in his life". I challenge this like a handicap. I mean, how can you move forward on your path if you're constantly looking over your shoulder? I'm here only to meet traveling companions along this never ending adventure, and if possible (probably while looking over my shoulder) fall right into another great love as if it were a horse turd in the path. You may be asking yourself at this point why in the world I would introduce poop humor into a romantic metaphor. Let's entertain that thought with a reference, shall we?
"I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it."
~George Bernard Shaw
With this in mind...what's the harm in getting a little dirty? Seriously? It's not like I'm over here taking myself so seriously that I'd invest any trappings in OkCupid's great socialistic matching algorithm to think I might actually meet someone worth considering a 'life partner'! Puuulleasse! I'm just here to meet like minded souls to share the ride (or at least a laugh) with. I lead a very full and adventurous life. I can be quite a handful. I'm attracted to boldly adventurous characters and have little time for the overly analytical. I'm inclined to defy judgement and play devil's advocate just for shits-n-giggles. I balance the world on my shoulders like Atlas and rarely shrug. More often I'm smiling, or laughing hysterically, at the lunacy of it all. As a broad generalization, I have a healthy relationship with sarcasm as an adeptly honed coping mechanism.
Here, before I absolutely blast you out with good quotes from Mark Twain and Will Rogers, I'd like to illustrate my love philosophy (devoid of poop humor, for the record) and my sarcasm savvy with a similar quote from an arguably more notable source:
"Nothing vast enters the lives of mortals without a curse"
How about I shut up now and let some other more adept souls speak for me:
" If I must be wrung through the paradox - broken into wholeness, wring me around the moon; pelt me with particles from the dark side. Fling me into space; hide me in a black hole. Let me dance with devils on dead stars. Let my scars leave brilliant traces, for my highborn soul seeks its hell - in high places."
~Aveh Pevlor Johnson
May Day ~Phillis Levin
I've decided to waste my life again,
Like I used to: get drunk on
The light in the leaves, find a wall
Against which something can happen,
Whatever may have happened
Long ago—let a bullet hole echoing
The will of an executioner, a crevice
In which a love note was hidden,
Be a cell where a struggling tendril
Utters a few spare syllables at dawn.
I've decided to waste my life
In a new way, to forget whoever
Touched a hair on my head, because
It doesn't matter what came to pass,
Only that it passed, because we repeat
Ourselves, we repeat ourselves.
I've decided to walk a long way
Out of the way, to allow something
Dreaded to waken for no good reason,
Let it go without saying,
Let it go as it will to the place
It will go without saying: a wall
Against which a body was pressed
For no good reason, other than this."
"I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time."
"Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything, That's how the light gets in. "
An upsidedown in the earth a dead man walks upon my soles when I walk. ~Bill Knott