I have been contemplating this space lately. I would like it to be more than just a place for the day to day happenings of a rather normal life. This being said that does not mean I will eliminate the rare and amusing happenings (just the droll ones). I would like this to be a space for postulating and defining thoughts and ideas. What is the point of having a blog otherwise?
I have come to the conclusion that there is one thing that makes people old. That is spending time with old people. I am not talking about age. I have in recent months spent a very long amount of time in presence of old people. People who are stuck. Fluidity and plasticity ha s ceased. They are stuck. The more I am here the more stuck I feel. Never do I want to be stuck. This is not my home so there is no reason to act like it is. To be a nomad my entire life would be a great thing.
To be contradictory to my earlier statements this does not mean that I don't want to have a job and stay in one community for any length of time. I must accept the inevitable and grow up at some point (unless God has called me to a literal nomadic life). There is a spirit of the nomadic that I would like to embrace. The particular element is that this is not my home. I live here but my home is elsewhere. I am just a traveler in a foreign land. I feel that if I become stuck that is the day that I lose sight of God and His purpose for me. I guess the point is that no matter where I am I must keep God as my central focus or just living will take His place.
5 comments:
Interesting. That's quite insightful.
so I actually meant to delete this post the next morning after I thought about it.I've just been rather frustrated lately and this was a way to vent my frustrations. I probably should only have written the last paragraph.
I think you need to write something else.
:)
every since this was written you have ceased to write...I am forced to conclude that you are living a droll life from January onward.
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