I love how graffiti and trash can transform a street into a collage…Bologna, Italy
Sometimes I want to live the vagabond way: no home, no ties. Save up enough cash to buy a ticket to nowhere and figure things out day-by-day. I like the idea of not knowing what’s in store for tomorrow, but rather soaking up the richness that surrounds you every day. The “American” way of life is too structured, filled with meaningless expectations, and skewed values (wow, that was a stereotypical mouthful). I guess what I mean to say is that I don’t want a 9 to 5 job that will one day allow me to afford a nice house and raise 3 kids. For many this sounds like an ideal life, and for many what I think is ideal sounds crazy. To each his own.
I’m not searching for meaning in life through settling down, and letting a family define my purpose. I want to discover my identity by sifting my way through the myriad of people and places that exist simultaneously around us. There are too many stories left untold, or for that matter, waiting to be realized.
But there is an upside and downside to every perspective. Maybe by traveling the world I will get to reach out to people who unleash a perspective on the world I never thought imaginable. However, is this type of lifestyle sacrificing the deeper connections that one might experience through things like marriage and motherhood?
Part of me wants to deny any existence of that side of me, an easy thing to push aside when looking towards a broader metaphysical ideal.
But, what exactly am I looking for? Nothing tangible, nothing verbally comprehensible, but rather, a feeling of understanding and uncertainty all rolled into one. Understanding in the epiphenomena that occur upon a deep conversation with a stranger, and the uncertainty in knowing that there are a million more philosophies out there yet to be tapped into.
Chick’s existential experiment from Boris Vian’s “Foam of the Daze.” (Submitted by bluebed)
Elephants have been known to die of broken hearts if a mate dies. They sometimes “hug” by wrapping their trunks together in displays of greeting or affection and use them to caress each other. They refuse to eat and will lay down, shedding tears until they starve to death. They refuse all human help.
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