So I have thoughts. A lot of thoughts. And they tend to get all muddled up in my head, and that makes being in the moment a bit difficult. So I’ve decided to give this blogging thing a shot.
Because I’ve got this new goal in life, see? Its really at the core of everything. Every ambition and desire and emptiness and wandering and kinship and bliss. And that is to become aware. Aware of my own being, aware of this byzantine labyrinth of a society, aware of this breathtakingly immense universe spinning both around and within us. Henry Miller got it right: “The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware. Joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.”
And the first step toward becoming aware is acknowledging that we truly are this exquisitely intricate mess of stardust that has been molded into our waking, sighing, searching, stumbling, boundlessly feeling, infinitely contemplating, immensely powerful selves.
And the next step is simply to notice. Notice the things that move us. The things that shake your carefully planted footfalls. The things that are potent enough to break past your carefully constructed frameworks and conveniently placed masks into the core of our beings. The things that make you question. Question your existence, your purpose, your calling. The things that bring that generative spark of creativity to life. The things that tint even ever so vaguely the faceted glass that qualifies the world around us. The things that evoke passion. True passion. The kind that makes you forget to breathe. The things that draw your wandering soul to distant corners. The things that make you crave knowledge as though it were lifeforce. The things that make you love. Deeply, profoundly, mournfully, eminently love.
This is also a place for the things that inspire me. The things that challenge me, the things that widen my perception and clarify my vision. The things that make me stop and notice the spectacular beauty of this limitless spectacle that we call life.
Because there’s really no better view.