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Dare is such an interesting word. It's a challenge, yet more than just a mere challenge. There's something psychological and quite intangible in the word dare. The mere mention of the word motivates one to accomplish feats, dreams or idiotic things. I dare you. Who can resist those three words? Try as you may, it's near impossible because someone has challenged your very essence and character. As though to do otherwise would admit defeat, and who likes defeat.
Instead of concentrating on what Stephen Crane had to say about some accident in the Atlantic with his four comrades, I contemplated the meaning to the word "dare", among other things. That just happens to be the most pressing thought, and upon deep consideration it moved me to tears. I thought of all the things I've dared to do, and the things I have yet dared to do. While discussion swirled about me on the realism of his writing, I was busy focusing on the realism in my life. I felt confined all of a sudden by what life had to offer me. I felt confined by walls, and by the sky and by the planet and anything else that I could achieve. I realized then that I am no realist; I am a daydream believer. The water that wanted so desperately to escape from my eyes were not brought upon by pain nor happiness but contentedness in being. I was happy that it was fall, yet I was sad because it would end soon. I was happy that I was in college, and yet I wasn't where I really wanted to be; though upon careful consideration and if you catch me at the right moment I'm quite glad to be where I am. This gets awfully confusing now, because at this point I realize that I am not a tree. I cannot, nor will I ever be stationary. I then did not just think about the type of animal I am, I contemplated. I pondered. I mused upon the subject. It ties back into the whole tree post I had awhile back, but in a more dynamic, comment dit-on "mobile" en anglais? Je trouve cela les mots de seulement une langue me confinent, et c'est pourquoi je veux apprendre beaucoup de langues. Oui. Mais back to the subject of animals.
I am a jaguar, though still a baby, learning everything there is in the forest. The vices that can grip me if I am too curious. Yet also predatory, in my never-ending pursuit of knowledge. Each prey entirely too small to sedate the appetite within. I devour each morsel and still my mind asks for more. I never want to stop knowing. Sometimes, in quiet contemplation by myself while I'm perched in what substitutes as a branch for me, I extend and retract my claws. I feel the (isn't it a strange choice of a word) canine teeth meant for shredding information to bits to be digested. I'm also a jaguar, though more like a black panther, in my stealthy ways. I'm a solitary creature, needing the comfort of others only when I want their company. I'm constantly filled with the urge to roam; to never settle down and grow roots but to constantly explore until there's nothing left to explore. Curiosity killed the what? Oh. Moi. C'est bien.
So, if you've kept track, not only am I a sugar maple that aspires to be a live oak, I'm also a black panther that thinks he is a jaguar. If you looked even deeper into that, I guess you could deduce that I am obviously out of my elements. These trees are not native to me.
I've had grandiose ideas of starting a new art movement. I've also had grandiose thoughts of starting an online column. I think that one of those ideas is remotely possible.
The only two messages/questions I leave you with are: dare to be something entirely unique; what kind of animal are you.
Instead of concentrating on what Stephen Crane had to say about some accident in the Atlantic with his four comrades, I contemplated the meaning to the word "dare", among other things. That just happens to be the most pressing thought, and upon deep consideration it moved me to tears. I thought of all the things I've dared to do, and the things I have yet dared to do. While discussion swirled about me on the realism of his writing, I was busy focusing on the realism in my life. I felt confined all of a sudden by what life had to offer me. I felt confined by walls, and by the sky and by the planet and anything else that I could achieve. I realized then that I am no realist; I am a daydream believer. The water that wanted so desperately to escape from my eyes were not brought upon by pain nor happiness but contentedness in being. I was happy that it was fall, yet I was sad because it would end soon. I was happy that I was in college, and yet I wasn't where I really wanted to be; though upon careful consideration and if you catch me at the right moment I'm quite glad to be where I am. This gets awfully confusing now, because at this point I realize that I am not a tree. I cannot, nor will I ever be stationary. I then did not just think about the type of animal I am, I contemplated. I pondered. I mused upon the subject. It ties back into the whole tree post I had awhile back, but in a more dynamic, comment dit-on "mobile" en anglais? Je trouve cela les mots de seulement une langue me confinent, et c'est pourquoi je veux apprendre beaucoup de langues. Oui. Mais back to the subject of animals.
I am a jaguar, though still a baby, learning everything there is in the forest. The vices that can grip me if I am too curious. Yet also predatory, in my never-ending pursuit of knowledge. Each prey entirely too small to sedate the appetite within. I devour each morsel and still my mind asks for more. I never want to stop knowing. Sometimes, in quiet contemplation by myself while I'm perched in what substitutes as a branch for me, I extend and retract my claws. I feel the (isn't it a strange choice of a word) canine teeth meant for shredding information to bits to be digested. I'm also a jaguar, though more like a black panther, in my stealthy ways. I'm a solitary creature, needing the comfort of others only when I want their company. I'm constantly filled with the urge to roam; to never settle down and grow roots but to constantly explore until there's nothing left to explore. Curiosity killed the what? Oh. Moi. C'est bien.
So, if you've kept track, not only am I a sugar maple that aspires to be a live oak, I'm also a black panther that thinks he is a jaguar. If you looked even deeper into that, I guess you could deduce that I am obviously out of my elements. These trees are not native to me.
I've had grandiose ideas of starting a new art movement. I've also had grandiose thoughts of starting an online column. I think that one of those ideas is remotely possible.
The only two messages/questions I leave you with are: dare to be something entirely unique; what kind of animal are you.