Topic: phases of life
ok…this is a morbid thought. But, imagine tonight i found myself in a near-death situation. What would matter? What would run through my mind? I don’t believe there’s anything waiting for me afterlife, so, in the truest sense, my life would be meaningless. Now, i don’t believe that my life is meaningless as i am currently alive, and i know that in many ways i affect people in this world, and even after i’m gone, my life will have had some meaning.
but…what else would my near-death represent. Petty worries would be gone. Like the fact that i’m living on my friend’s inflatable bed, and that he bought all the groceries yesturday, and i’ll probably buy the beers tonight, and i know he doesn’t mind, but i’d rather be able to live a 50-50 partnership w/ my friends. but if i was almost dead, that shit wouldn’t matter at all, now would it.
and all my thinking through life and education, thinking that as i get older i’ll “know,” what’s right more than i do now. but as i lay near death, will it matter that there was more for me to know, or will it matter that life never made any sense in an objective way, and that i only knew life through my eyes, and if i was living in a hut in africa i would have perceived life in a radically different way. i don’t think any of that would matter as i neared death.
life is the funny back-and-forth between the recognition of what life is, dealing with the deep questions of meaning, and then those things within life that hold meaning for us. I often wonder what the inner-most thoughts of politicians are. They’re the thoughts of so many of us, criticizing and praising, and there lives from our point-of-view are simply that of controlling and shaping the planet. but imagine you’re a politician, and you lay at bed at night, thinking, “what if tom. i decided i want to be anonymous again, like i was when i was 13.” i think about that often, how all adults evolved from childhood. we only differ in our experiences. at the end of the day…the one thing all people have in common is our own mortality.
as i’m writing now…i can’t fathom thinking about anything else. my mind perceives thinking about life to be important, and 5min. later, it will perceive eating a bowl of Life cereal to be important, just as this afternoon, it perceived it to be important to wrap my ahead around all things education. with everything holding only temporary importance, it makes me think of the tree falling in the woods, does anyone hear it…if i stop thinking something is important, does it stop being important?
it’s odd how i find it soothing to think about life in this way. it’s soothing because it’s the one topic we’re all on equal ground on. i imagine humans as cave-men, without words for their thoughts. i like thinking about life like that, eating, sleeping, shitting, a little cave love-making, hunting, laughing, crying. I doubt any of there emotions lasted very long. Maybe they felt angry when someone finished the last piece of zebra, and maybe they even held grudges, but, i doubt they thought about it so much. life was much simpler, not necessarily easier, but there were less things to think about. life wasn’t as complex as it is today. I sometimes wonder if it would be acceptable to run from the complexity. To live in wilderdom http://www.wilderdom.com/vignettes/WilderdomSimpleLivingInNature.htm
Taking all of the complexity of life, and solving it by living simply in nature. i think about what people want in life, what i want in life. in this world of complexity, and competition, and freedom, i want to live the exotic life. i recall once reading that “motion creates emotion,” i yearn to travel again. depression grows on stale humans. movement shakes it off. i bet if i got to rotate apartments everyday, life would be interesting. change makes the mind stay sharp i think. i need to find that change when i’m in a revolving world that always looks the same.
So…where should I go next?
Australia – ye-ah mite, go have a vegimite sandwhich mite. your dingo at my baby. oh…what a hoot it’d be.
Thailand – you want pa thai?…soak up some buddhism, ooooooooooooooooooooohm. crystal clear waters to swim in
Hawaii – mooka-laka-hiki, whose got a lei
Espana - tapas, mohitas, run w/ the bulls
what would it be like to spend a life time traveling…say i found the perfect woman to be my companion. a never-ending ride of beauty, culture, people, adventures, pictures, stories…what would it be like if i removed these self-imposed chains of ambition, ambition to provide service to others. what drives that ambition? am i trying to prove something? is there anything to prove in this life? being American has made me ambitious.
Ever see the movie Good Will Hunting? This kid’s a genious, and he jokingly says, “i want to be a sheapherd,” or “lay bricks. there’s honor in laying bricks, that’s somebody’s home you’re building.” is life about honor? if i grew up on an African farm, honor might exist but not defined as we do, by your life’s work. could i shrug the weight of honor…or is it ingrained permanatly in me already. i think i’m at an advantage because i’ve never made money. i think many who have made money, have feel there is too much at stake to do anything “less than.” i am living as much as possible around the less than, so as to not eliminate anything. i desire nothing to be able to have everything. taoism. what would it be to immerse myself in a culture that fit my mind? i must not forget who i was when i traveled. i was already planning my next trip, and now this non-traveling thinking is cutting into my days. if i were to suddenly die, i want my mind to be happy. life is a struggle to be enjoyed.
you know what i sometimes find amazing…i find it amazing how fast i can type…i just hit the keys so damn fast, if i could only translate this to music, i’d be a musician. i’ve even had people comment to me in internet cafe’s how fast i type…i often wonder if i’d be a good court-room reporter, although i hear they have special short-hand type and different keys to get used to…you know what’s interesting about typing fast, is the fingers are typing, but the mind is thinking, and that’s what’s leading the fingers to type, because the fingers can’t think for themselves…but does the brain think for itself, and are there 2 brains, because i’m not really concentrating, but i’m still managing to write, stream of consciousness, my conscious, or self-conscious is writing, and i’m thinking but not thinking at the same time…such a strange phenomenon…see what i mean, now i’m thinking about psychology, before philosophy, earlier education….there’s this whole other type of education that is project based, and i wish i experienced it, because then everything, from researching articles to stream of conscious finger-typing can be related…because everything is related in some way…taoism, the whole, not parts. i remember one of my first posts, it was so scary to write…i remember thinking how i might freak people out…because so few people get to know the inside of your mind, it’s even hard to grasp my own mind, it’s always stream of consciousing, and then i fall asleep and when i wake up it’s gone, but what’s never gone is the stream of consciousing, and sometimes i find thoughts re-cur, and sometimes i find that i never lose an idea, but can always re-capture it but at a different time and in a different way…but, what i meant to say, before i forgot what i was going to say because i got on a tangent of cousciousness, was that we live in a world where our thoughts are isolated to ourselves, but then again, life has always been that way, and maybe in 100 years there’ll be machines that allow us to share our thoughts so easily…and i wonder how we might complain today that we feel so isolated, when for the first time ever we can open up the consciousness in our heads, and allow others to have a look. and allow ourselves to have a look…i’ll probably wait till later to read this back, when i’m not in this stream of conscious mood, and i begin to think of further things and, no…not laugh at the absurdity of what i consciousized, but wonder what it all means…and get frustrated that it means everyting and nothing at the same time. all i can do is wonder, wonder what it would be like to have one of those little martians on my shoulder, like that green guy with the lazer and the funny hat in that cartoon, i can’t remember which one, but to have that guy along to talk to me, right now even, and to have him follow my life and always be aware of my consciousnessizing, and make life seem more real and important than it sometimes feels…because, it’s not just traveling that i yearn for, but it’s also constant engagement w/ people, community, i think humans were never meant to exist alone, maybe that’s not true, occassionally alone, but not to this extent…i’ve actually grown quite comfortable being alone, i did spend 4 days on a bus traveling across canada, but i wonder if it’s natural for humans to act as they are today, but what is natural? and i wonder when we complain about all these new diseases and getting sick from eating the wrong foods, that it was once natural to die at 35, and we compare the lifespans of americans to africans, and we’re so human we don’t even realize it, and what i mean there, is we look at things through such sophisticated human eyes, when sophistication is something we made up…we think it’s right to live longer, to get better, to have honor…it’s amazing how one person can go through so many thoughts and phases in life, and still never know anything, but it’s kind of a fun thing i think, it’s fun to experience these phases, and, in the words of ben and jerry’s, if it’s not fun, why do it. and…i sometimes wish i did drugs, i’ve never done any real drugs, i haven’t smoked pot in ages, actually…i can count the number of times i smoked in both my hands, because it always made me paranoid as shit, and i’d rather have a beer, and i’d rather save my lungs for everest…oh i’m such a dream, i’m so pathetically inactive right now, but it’s possible, in 5 years i could be summitting everest, and i could die summitting, and i’d only feel bad about giving up the honor of living a long life, but i would possibly trade it for the honor of that one summitt…oh baby, that would be sweet and beautiful and amazing. but back to the drugs, i can’t imagine how it would just alter your mind, and life would enter a whole new phase that i’ve never seen, but, even in sobriety, i think there’s so many psychadelic phases of life for us to go through…but, we rarely do, because we’re so damn scared of what it will look like, we’re afraid of being judged and laughed at until we remember all the crazy ones we loved, kerouac, man, i’ve written about him before, and i hate his fuckin’ writing, but i love that his writing was so pure, man, it’s such a rush to write and not think, and just see what comes out, and wish you were surrounded by people you knew and felt comfortable around, who would understand you, and would do the same, and you didn’t have to snap back to reality, and know that even you think you’re a bit strange…how is that, that you’ve been trained to hold yourself back even….that’s another set of chains i wish i could get rid of…when all of life is just one long dream, why do we have these fears, these irrational fears….like when elaine was in the chinese restaurant, and jerry bet her $50 to go up to a table of 6 and grab an eggroll, and you felt nervous for her, when in reality, she should have done it…what makes us fear, why can’t we just do what we want, without the psychological torture of embarassment. what would the world be like if we were all brave enough to take each other’s chinese food, except i don’t mean stealing, especially each other’s chinese food, i just mean the bravery part…what if we were all that brave, and could walk away from it all…and here we go, back to the usual stuff, but if we walked away from the lives that we enjoy but know that there’s still true pleasure, true bliss to be followed. follow your bliss i say…and i will follow mine.

arsenal’s new stadium in progress…next up in the champions league, bayern munich, feb 22nd…is this the year we win the treble (champions league, FA cup, and premiership)?
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Second Leg: Tuesday, March 8, 2004 |
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*Inter Milan v Porto will take place on Tuesday March 15.