A life of courage, joy and independence.
Letter to David W.
Thanks for reading my ramble… It’s time to make french toast and then go take my mom to lunch. Have a wonderful day, friend! 🙂
Thank you for writing. I’m pleased to meet you. It seems you’ve got a difficult challenge before you, made more so by the fact that the choice you make in the near future will have long term impact on not only the quality of your life, but the very nature of the character you will mature into. Few at your age have a very clear idea about where they want to go or what they want to do. Those who find their way often do so through the simple act of searching.
Imagine you’ve a vast wilderness before you, and a finite amount of time to explore and discover before death comes to seek you out. You can spend that time seated at the edge of the terrible vastness, unwilling to step forth in earnest for the indecision you feel regarding direction, or for fear of encountering death too early amid the wastes.Such a life isn’t bad, and many find peace and joy in the security and comfort of making camp in whatever place or circumstance they happened to enter life. They might fall into the first job or career that comes along, find a convenient spouse, and perhaps even live a better, longer and more successful life than they could ever have hoped had they trod off alone and frightened along the course of their first or best inclination.
If you go, I’m not saying you’ll find anything out there in the wilds of the seeking life, or that you’ll even survive very long, though your message leads me to believe that’s how you seem to want to live. If you make the decision to seek out your best living, then do so with an understanding that the your odds of success are often strangely proportional to your sense of endured discomfort under the willful force of forward motion. Don’t forget that last part, as forward motion is the key. This doesn’t mean you have to actually move, though your values, will, perspective and world view must ever pass deeper into the wilderness as long as you live, so far perhaps that you can almost lose sight of the outposts of shared humanity, which twinkle like distant cities, impossibly remote and alone across a cold and empty night. When you can reach such a place and still maintain your connection to humanity (some do lose it), then you will have found yourself, and your search for purpose will be revealed as a vain, desperate and unnecessary quest. With a little luck you’ll be satisfied to then begin moving more slowly, easing your pace as the years deepen and your maturity ripens towards a less fearful, satisfying end. It’s a long walk to such a place. Search it out if you wish. Though keep in mind that every day you wait, distracted by the illusion of long life and unending opportunity – which is the lie and deceit of every youth – is a day lost to the quest, subtracting from your meager allowance of time, perhaps even costing you that critical stretch of movement you’ll need to uncover and reach the furthest point of living where the true purpose of life is discovered to be no longer necessary.