Every day I hope and wonder if I’ll see, hear, or experience something that will light a fire under my ass.
You’ll never find anything when you’re looking too hard.
I spend too much time looking.
I spend too much time hoping to read that one message that makes everything better.
I spend too much time wandering in the hopes of finding my inspiration.
I spend too much time Searching, and not enough time Being.
-T
I’ve been using net cafe’s and public terminals to access the net for the last month or so – I’ve left my laptop somewhere secure while I’m travelling. It’s great. It gives me a surprising amount of flexibility. Cafe’s are everywhere, and nobody is really that good at locking them down – especially the Linux ones. ;)
Being curious by nature, I tend to poke my head around here and there (keep your minds out of the gutter) and I find a lot of draft emails that people write to friends and family. 99.99% of the time I never read them, but for some reason this time I did because a few words jumped out at me from the screen. I’m going to post a draft message I found in its entirity, because I think it’s good to read and I don’t want to remove anything that might take away from putting the entire message into context. It’s interesting, and somewhat insightful.
Guys, I’ll never forget the star filled skies, the sleepless nights, gourging ourselves like the thrush nightengale, preparing for migration across the sub-saharan deserts of central Africa. Andre is an old man trapped inside a 12 year old. Rodrigo has felt his entire life he’s been an obese man, trapped inside a skinny mans’ body. While Bruno is, well, just Bruno MAX-Adjusting to the rigours of a robotic life in a non-static world. Make hay while the sun shines. Live life to the fullest-suck the pulp out and ask for more! You’ll turn around and find you’re an old man like me, living life trapped inside a cubical of imperfections, asking for transcendence in the things last on everyone’s mind. That is an annus mirabilis attainment, considering this fiscal year’s market conditions! In all things, SEEK THE TRUTH! Remember, there is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love. Wake up everyday KNOWING you are loved unconditionally.’Agape’ love. This is the reason for living and the greatest truth to man kind…Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. Love motivates required obedience. The expression “labor of love” is simply labor that love produces. Love works no ill toward one’s neighbor and produces confidence. And above all these things put on charity (love, agape, dm), which is the bond of perfectness. This world is fading away and chaos is approacing us more and more each day. Agape love is unparalleled, it demands the truth and hates that which is false.
-T
The weird thing about having a ‘blog’ is that everybody and anybody can read it. I mean that’s what makes it interesting I suppose. Technically I guess I could have some sort of limited-access thing – certain people get more information than others.
Regardless, a blog is a type of ‘journal’ but this isn’t an anonymous forum.
This isn’t livejournal.
Everything here is real, and you know who its coming from.
I’m required to limit my writing on this site for that reason, and it’s too bad. I’d love to really dump a lot of stuff on here. I’ve written so much in the last month that I could probably publish a novel… or a novella. One of the supermarket varieties. That’d be classy.
It’s frustrating. I’d love to be able to share everything with you.
I’d love to be able to sit here, write about something deep and meaningful, and have someone else go ‘wow that makes tons of sense.’ But it can’t be like that.
Even if I had an anonymous site, it wouldn’t be the same.
All of that nonsense aside, I’m still having fun in New Zealand. Had a lot of fun in Wellington. I met some really cool people, and its a charming little city. Right now I’m touring around the South Island on a bus with a company called ‘Stray.’ It’s a pretty decent crowd, and I’m seeing a lot of really neat stuff. I’m hoping to get a chance to get some more pictures online in the near future too, so you can all see what you’re missing. :p
Thanks a lot for all your comments, it lets me know you’re all thinkin’ about me once and awhile, and that’s cool.
-Trev