Seriously, What The Hell Are We Doing?
In May, we left South America for South East Asia.
It’s that time again. That time to say “what? why? who? and why? why? why?” Seriously, what the hell are we doing? It takes a lot of energy to be an explorer, wanderer, traveler, adventurer. And, believe me, I love those titles. What, that’s me? Explorer, wanderer, traveler, adventurer? Fuckin cool! Really, fucking amazing; but sometimes, you just go, “stop! nothing new! no more discovery! i just want to be lazy and rot for a while…”
Is that so bad to just want to do nothing for extended periods of time? Am I really that weak-hearted that I get scared/nervous/unsure every time we make a huge leap? Is it possibly something natural/normal/sane for a person to not want life shaken up all the time/ to fear change?
Yes, I know most of us wish for change, a shift in the routine, some spice, something different; and yes, I know that we’ve found a good balance between running around and doing touristy things all day and establishing normal life in each place anew. We have balance, we do. We settle down, educate our kids, exercise, create time pockets for ourselves, meet new people, volunteer/travel/explore and all. But, right now, right now, I’m again at the brink of uncertainty and facing it, makes me dizzy. Very dizzy.
Thank God, thank God, thank God there is Rumi. He’s always there, with me. Too bad he died like 400 years ago, cuz I would totally do him!
In that kind of a mood again. That mood where I write whatever enters my mind, that mood that is befitting to be smoking something and hanging out, that mood that always makes me wonder if I’ll regret this post later. Takes me back to Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. I like this mood.
And I like this movie for in it, I touch that spiritual path, that never-ending journey that life on the road, at home, or on the moon won’t let you avoid. And so, after three days of abusing myself and escaping, I grab The Artist’s Rule and face it, head on, and go within.
Have you ever been about to face something a bit bigger than you, something too much for you to handle; and instead of facing it, productively, you tried with all your might to escape it? What do you do ill-willed to yourself when you’re not yet ready to deal? (I eat, sleep, and act ugly to my family). Did you eventually, “Come, yet again, come, come” as you were, as you were “even if you’ve broken your vows a hundred times”. Remember always, “ours is not a caravan of dispair”.
God, I love Rumi! God, I love observing myself and learning! Anyhow, would love your thoughts. Ramble away. I do.
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