I am catching some embers from my past postings. My first blog, The Adventurous Spirit hit its thousandth view a few days ago. I suppose a humble accomplishment for having existed for some 4 years now (I began a few days into October 2009). As I listen to Why Should I Cry For You -- which is seeming to contain the emotional essence (in my mind's ear and amygdala, anyway) of my future, present, and past -- I am getting enough juice to write one more post. In 6 hours, that big silver eagle is taking me on a journey back to Utah. The freedom and entrapment all at the same time. Remember that?
We ride a bus, a big silver eagle
It ain't quite as nice as you think
The freedom of the highway can feel like a prison
With bars made of asphalt and paint
I had a conversation with one of my most amazing people I met on the mission. The work of gathering people to Christ allows you the realest and most bizarre and beautiful (all descriptors are fitting of this particular man) encounters. He suggested that "we are all trying to experience freedom. You are getting it with your bicycle, I am getting it with this room [he kept it immaculate and free of any junk. Spotless. Clutterless]". This gentleman extrapolated the conclusion merely from describing pleasure on a scale from one to ten that the greatest way to experience fun/joy/freedom/pleasure was to, as I would say, "lose yourself in the service of others". My 2 years in California can attest to that. I look back at my posts and see something in myself that I don't have right now, or at least is greatly suppressed. I want it back. I want me back. Is that all I wanted to find out here? I didn't find anything! What am I looking for?! A PC?! I love this ten times more than an iPod touch (now don't get me wrong, it is a wonderful thing to have, but its just second best at the end of the day. I put off writing in this blog until I have a PC in front of me). I feel like myself just for now, just by being at a PC for the first time in months! I will change the nature of my writings for a bit, a little experiment. We have spent enough time wondering about outer space and not enough time pondering on inner space. What I mean is that what is dramatically more important than what is outside us is what is inside us. And I don't mean you, I mean us. Each one of us, you and your brother, your mother, the love of your life, what lies on the other side of their eyes, that is what I will consider more important in my next blog. The inner man, not the outer world.
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
The leather-rubber tramp is tramped out and his rubber tires and leather shoes will finally get some rest.
We ride a bus, a big silver eagle
It ain't quite as nice as you think
The freedom of the highway can feel like a prison
With bars made of asphalt and paint
I had a conversation with one of my most amazing people I met on the mission. The work of gathering people to Christ allows you the realest and most bizarre and beautiful (all descriptors are fitting of this particular man) encounters. He suggested that "we are all trying to experience freedom. You are getting it with your bicycle, I am getting it with this room [he kept it immaculate and free of any junk. Spotless. Clutterless]". This gentleman extrapolated the conclusion merely from describing pleasure on a scale from one to ten that the greatest way to experience fun/joy/freedom/pleasure was to, as I would say, "lose yourself in the service of others". My 2 years in California can attest to that. I look back at my posts and see something in myself that I don't have right now, or at least is greatly suppressed. I want it back. I want me back. Is that all I wanted to find out here? I didn't find anything! What am I looking for?! A PC?! I love this ten times more than an iPod touch (now don't get me wrong, it is a wonderful thing to have, but its just second best at the end of the day. I put off writing in this blog until I have a PC in front of me). I feel like myself just for now, just by being at a PC for the first time in months! I will change the nature of my writings for a bit, a little experiment. We have spent enough time wondering about outer space and not enough time pondering on inner space. What I mean is that what is dramatically more important than what is outside us is what is inside us. And I don't mean you, I mean us. Each one of us, you and your brother, your mother, the love of your life, what lies on the other side of their eyes, that is what I will consider more important in my next blog. The inner man, not the outer world.
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
The leather-rubber tramp is tramped out and his rubber tires and leather shoes will finally get some rest.
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