Lessons from Maine
There's something people should know about me that they dont.
This is totally random.
I look really good in a cowboy hat.
There it is. Odd huh? New York isn't a city where you can often wear one with any sense of practicality, but damnit, every now and then I get the urge to.
I just got back from sitting by a lake in Maine from 11:00 pm to 12:35 am with no lights but the stars through the clouds, a flashlight, and the warm glow of my flask full of good Vodka. My friend Jason and I just chilled and talked for a good long while. It was a good time.
I was thinking, if I've learned anything about myself during this trip to Maine its that there are some things that are simply beyond my realm of responsibility, beyond my control, and trying to force my destiny as though I were in charge of all the individual steps is futile and wicked stressful. I've spent a lot of time in my young life worried about being forced to leave the states...and it's only recently donned on me that maybe, just maybe, that would be a positive step. I don't know. How would I know. All I know is that I will face it--if it happens--with the same courage, drive, and focus of which I face every challenge in my life. If I'm scared, and I am, I'll get over it. That's life, and I have to be open to it, otherwise when I'm dead I'll mourn not my death, but my life. That's something I cannot do.
So bring on the life! I will never lose my focus, but I am open to experiencing the world! There are people in my life whom I'm not done with yet, there are people I know in my heart I will meet again. There are people out there of whom I will dance, sing, cry, and jest with. God willing I'll be plastered for some of it.
But make no mistake, along the way, before I croak I'll have changed the world for the better.
And maybe I'll be able to wear a cowboy hat for a while doing it...
D.
This is totally random.
I look really good in a cowboy hat.
There it is. Odd huh? New York isn't a city where you can often wear one with any sense of practicality, but damnit, every now and then I get the urge to.
I just got back from sitting by a lake in Maine from 11:00 pm to 12:35 am with no lights but the stars through the clouds, a flashlight, and the warm glow of my flask full of good Vodka. My friend Jason and I just chilled and talked for a good long while. It was a good time.
I was thinking, if I've learned anything about myself during this trip to Maine its that there are some things that are simply beyond my realm of responsibility, beyond my control, and trying to force my destiny as though I were in charge of all the individual steps is futile and wicked stressful. I've spent a lot of time in my young life worried about being forced to leave the states...and it's only recently donned on me that maybe, just maybe, that would be a positive step. I don't know. How would I know. All I know is that I will face it--if it happens--with the same courage, drive, and focus of which I face every challenge in my life. If I'm scared, and I am, I'll get over it. That's life, and I have to be open to it, otherwise when I'm dead I'll mourn not my death, but my life. That's something I cannot do.
So bring on the life! I will never lose my focus, but I am open to experiencing the world! There are people in my life whom I'm not done with yet, there are people I know in my heart I will meet again. There are people out there of whom I will dance, sing, cry, and jest with. God willing I'll be plastered for some of it.
But make no mistake, along the way, before I croak I'll have changed the world for the better.
And maybe I'll be able to wear a cowboy hat for a while doing it...
D.