"This is what it means to be an adventurer in our day: to give up creative comforts of the mind, to realize the possibilities of the imagination. Because everything around us says no you cannot do this, you cannot live without that, nothing is useful unless it's in service to money, to gain, to stability.
The adventurer gives into tides of chaos, trusts the world to support her--and in doing so turns her back on the fear and obedience she has been taught. She rejects the indoctrination of impossibility.
My adventure is a struggle for freedom."
And I read this and was reached. By this book I didn't even see coming.
And I realize it: I have the makings of an adventurer. Hell....I AM an adventurer. I might not be off to Prague, but here I am....exploring my own reality, my own truth, my very makings. Hardly nothing about this pursuit is of comfort, except in the chaos of knowing I am on and off to the better things that come with challenging your deepest held beliefs and understandings of this life.
And I realize this, too: I am ever seeking fellow adventurers.
It is why I sometimes can't shake this overwhelming disinterest in those who fail to challenge themselves. To strive for something they can't even comprehend. Just that they are displeased and want to know....WHY? For it is the challenge of this discomfort and discontentment that spins this world of ours 'round and 'round and 'round and forever 'round. Or rather that it makes as much sense of the spinning as is possible or necessary.
I am realizing my own meaning of faith. I used to think I had none because my Sundays were spent elsewhere. I was wrong and I continue to be wrong. And for every wrong I make so very many rights. Sometimes the wrongs feel so right, but maybe a year or two on. And I have it to spare. Because time is of no importance, really. Because surely it's not what you're doing or how long it takes....it's HOW you do it.
I choose positive outlooks. I choose unknown destinations and chaotic moments. And connections. The realist of REAL real real connections. The kind that take your breath away and implore you to think: "Holy shit, this IS what it's about. Right here. Right now. This person. This place. This moment. This is life and I want to live to know all of it."
