October
"October
And the trees are stripped bare
Of all they wear
What do I care
October
And kingdoms rise
And kingdoms fall
But you go on...and on..."
-U2
It's October.
So it’s October. There’s something that always arises in the October air.....I felt it back home and I still feel it here. Actually I felt it most when I was in Warwick, NY up in the hills just as it was the height of when the leaves were changing. The air was crisp and it was solemn and yet beautiful at the same time. Like U2’s song October. Harvey Danger’s Woolly Muffler always reminds me of it too for some reason.
::sigh:: There’s something so nostalgic and yet mysterious and invigorating about fall.
It feels like The Rennaisance Faire. Well not all the time, but sometimes. I dunno. Maybe not at all. That just kind of randomly floated through my mind.
There’s just so much out there to be discovered. So many “perilous adventures” to stride toward with a mix of excitement and a dreadful fear. Okay so maybe I’ve read too many “fictitious” books and “unrealistic” movies and dreamed “impossible” dreams and used cheesy quotation marks so much I should die a horrible death. Heh....but seriously.....there’s got to be so much more out there that we’re unaware of. Well not entirely unaware. We get a sense of certain things here and there. I’m positive of that. It’s just....we have no idea what to make of them so we shrug off these notions, ignore them, and often are only aware of them subconsciously.
So often we get lost in our meaningless little worlds of predictable nonsense....because it’s safe and sound of course.
Meh. It’s October. So once again I find myself asking....where’s my adventure? Some might say that I’m living out an adventure right now. Which is, of course, true......but it’s too much of a...”normal” adventure.
I wish I were more in tune with my senses...or at least followed my impulses more. Like I was walking through Brown field on my way back to Shepard this evening and it was so lovely out I just wanted to drop all of my things and dance in the field and spin round and round without a care in the world.....like I’d do at the Struble Playground this summer. Yet instead I walked back to my dorm, thinking I could always come back later, which of course, I failed to do.
I remember being up in Warwick and often just sitting by myself enjoying the beauty around me and getting lost in thought. I always seem to chase myself in circles. I want so much to explore the world around me. Not so much the things we see, but rather those the things we don’t see. The possibilities. The “could bes” and “might-have-beens” and all the magic and wonder......yet I always find myself stuck because there’s never a tangible link to that which appears to be intangible.
Maybe there’s a point where tangible and intangible become one in the same. Yet I’m not really sure how to reach it.
Maybe the adventure, the magic starts in a dream and then takes flight. Maybe it comes from what we create. We always decipher things so much....break things down. Yet maybe we should take what we create and take it forward and beyond instead.
Is it possible we stumble upon the most incredible of things among the most ordinary?
Maybe.
I don’t know. There’s just so much out there that I can’t grasp but constantly yearn to experience and comprehend and feel......
I don’t want an ordinary world. Or maybe I do and things just aren’t the type of “ordinary” that they should be.
Anyway, I could go on forever and ever but I suppose I should go to bed because I’m getting tired.
Meh, my writing skills have really gone downhill lately. Then again it’s kinda tough to put stuff like this into words, although I still think I could have done a better job had I been more precise. Yet somehow something like this really doesn’t call for precision at all.
And the trees are stripped bare
Of all they wear
What do I care
October
And kingdoms rise
And kingdoms fall
But you go on...and on..."
-U2
It's October.
So it’s October. There’s something that always arises in the October air.....I felt it back home and I still feel it here. Actually I felt it most when I was in Warwick, NY up in the hills just as it was the height of when the leaves were changing. The air was crisp and it was solemn and yet beautiful at the same time. Like U2’s song October. Harvey Danger’s Woolly Muffler always reminds me of it too for some reason.
::sigh:: There’s something so nostalgic and yet mysterious and invigorating about fall.
It feels like The Rennaisance Faire. Well not all the time, but sometimes. I dunno. Maybe not at all. That just kind of randomly floated through my mind.
There’s just so much out there to be discovered. So many “perilous adventures” to stride toward with a mix of excitement and a dreadful fear. Okay so maybe I’ve read too many “fictitious” books and “unrealistic” movies and dreamed “impossible” dreams and used cheesy quotation marks so much I should die a horrible death. Heh....but seriously.....there’s got to be so much more out there that we’re unaware of. Well not entirely unaware. We get a sense of certain things here and there. I’m positive of that. It’s just....we have no idea what to make of them so we shrug off these notions, ignore them, and often are only aware of them subconsciously.
So often we get lost in our meaningless little worlds of predictable nonsense....because it’s safe and sound of course.
Meh. It’s October. So once again I find myself asking....where’s my adventure? Some might say that I’m living out an adventure right now. Which is, of course, true......but it’s too much of a...”normal” adventure.
I wish I were more in tune with my senses...or at least followed my impulses more. Like I was walking through Brown field on my way back to Shepard this evening and it was so lovely out I just wanted to drop all of my things and dance in the field and spin round and round without a care in the world.....like I’d do at the Struble Playground this summer. Yet instead I walked back to my dorm, thinking I could always come back later, which of course, I failed to do.
I remember being up in Warwick and often just sitting by myself enjoying the beauty around me and getting lost in thought. I always seem to chase myself in circles. I want so much to explore the world around me. Not so much the things we see, but rather those the things we don’t see. The possibilities. The “could bes” and “might-have-beens” and all the magic and wonder......yet I always find myself stuck because there’s never a tangible link to that which appears to be intangible.
Maybe there’s a point where tangible and intangible become one in the same. Yet I’m not really sure how to reach it.
Maybe the adventure, the magic starts in a dream and then takes flight. Maybe it comes from what we create. We always decipher things so much....break things down. Yet maybe we should take what we create and take it forward and beyond instead.
Is it possible we stumble upon the most incredible of things among the most ordinary?
Maybe.
I don’t know. There’s just so much out there that I can’t grasp but constantly yearn to experience and comprehend and feel......
I don’t want an ordinary world. Or maybe I do and things just aren’t the type of “ordinary” that they should be.
Anyway, I could go on forever and ever but I suppose I should go to bed because I’m getting tired.
Meh, my writing skills have really gone downhill lately. Then again it’s kinda tough to put stuff like this into words, although I still think I could have done a better job had I been more precise. Yet somehow something like this really doesn’t call for precision at all.