A Sense of Transition

“Journeys, Physical and Psychological”

Day #1: Travel Day

 

“Living life” is a really,

really interesting concept.

^Over the course of this last year, I’ve done my fair share of contemplation over what it truly means to be alive.

I’m fairly certain that a hefty majority of the human race would consider themselves to be alive, as the mere act of breathing and unconscious responding to the motion of one’s heartbeat typically leads one to this assumption.

Now, don’t get me wrong.

I’d be quick to agree with the _above circumstances as serving the human populace adequate means by which to assess one’s existence in a literal sense, because sure, from a medical standpoint, a person whose heart is r e g u l a r l y beating and whose lungs are correctly responding to the amount of oxygen and hydrogen in the atmosphere is definitely not

dead.

No, certainly not.

But when it comes to being

alive—

in the sense of

<<appreciating>>

every

single

aspect

of one’s current existence—

now that /// my friend /// is a

different story.

And the story continuously differs from

person

to

person.

You see,

for me,

truly,

truly being alive takes on a completely different meaning.

And I’m not blabbing on about a specific

 definition.

I’m talking about a

P p R r O o M m I i S s E e

—I’m talking about a promise one makes to oneself.

I’m talking about an

eternal decision

one actively chooses to follow

on a

day-to-day

basis.

It is the decision to go about the course of one’s day

EXACTLY how one’s spirit wishes.

And this decision is constant.

I’m talking about breaking the rules

—I’m talking about doing so . . . ANY chance one gets.

I’m talking about . . .

refraining

                 from NOT putting ONESELF

1^st.

With regards to one’s passions

and

the

incorporation

of said

passions

into

every

single

endeavor

one wishes

or chooses

to embark ^upon.

I’m so sick and tired of formal writing I could

v0mIT.

I’m so ^OVER conformist é c r i t u r e because it

does not allow me to

convey the freaking information

I wish to convey

e

 x

  a

   c

    t

     l

      y

how

I wish

t

o

convey

it.

It’s NOT that I don’t “appreciate” the reasons for why the academic rules & regulations

for writing

exist.

Because I know they exist for a reason.

It’s the same reason for why

we,

as a society,

have stop signs

&

traffic signal$

&

<<concrete>> definitions for words.

Because. Without. The. Definitions.

Words. Would. Have. No. Meaning.

Right?

P E O P L E . . .

WOULD NOT HAVE

order.

it would be _chaos.

And that’s bad, right?

Right?

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