Monday, March 16, 2026
Adrift
Wednesday, March 26, 2025
what is love?
it is the ripe fruit that feeds out souls more deeply than the flesh could ever understand
it is the pain of the void, the emptiness of living without
It is the space we try to fill or distract from in a myriad of ways, but never succeed..
it is the very juice of life itself, the absence of which leaves everything pale, withered, meaningless
it is a nearly psychedelic thing, making every infinitesimal detail of life more vibrant and alive, engaging, real
and it is the dungeon master, the profound torture of knowing what can be and has been, but was perhaps forsaken and may never be again
it is the ideal that the romantics aspire to know
but it is also like a feral cat, a pure force of nature, wild and free
it is all we want but seldom deserve
it is a blessing and a gift that we only appreciate on its arrival and departure, never its sustained presence
it is the reason good men may throw their lives on the balance and say if someone most lose, here I am, Let it be me
it is that ethereal thing that cannot be defined or captured, but we will always try
it the wound of its departure
it is eternal in its own way, unless we harden our hearts to it, and woe to he who does
it is the very ambrosia of the Gods, and their essence
and after all this, it is still undefined.
it always will be
it is all we ever seek and can never truly possess.
it is a profoundly beautiful thing that inspires such creations, clumsy, awkward, and ugly in comparison to a simple sunrise
Saturday, November 30, 2024
Toxicity of the crowd
He who has a why
This has been rattling around my head for a few years now.
I have repeatedly posted a quote from Nietzsche saying, ‘He who has a why, can tolerate almost any how’. This correlates nicely with a quote from Frankel (sp?) saying, ‘A man without purpose distracts himself with pleasure’ which I recently realized has been the synopsis of the majority of my free time pursuit for years.. Largely because the desired purpose seems all but closed off to me.
This may suggest to the observant what I have long known to be true, I lack a why, a real purpose. I continue to be adrift, and ever moreso now without the moorings of local friends and/or family. I have made myself the stranger in a strange land, an island of sorts. In many ways, it suits me.
My move to the south was an effort to pursue a purpose in the desired adoption of a specific responsibility, which has long since turned toxic and so my vacated purpose has left me adrift once again, and trying to find my bearings.
What many people don’t understand is that the responsibilities of life that people often complain about the weight of, are the very thing that give you purpose and meaning, and for those who have a high degree of conscientiousness, purpose and meaning are more sustaining than food or water. They are the harness on a sled dog that gives them something to pull against, a job to do, and the absence of it may be just too free.
There is a saying, “hard times create strong men, strong men create good times, good times create weak men, weak men create hard times”.. Perhaps the reason this seems so true is that hard times give men a purpose, a harness to pull against and a job to do.
So as a man who feels a particular lack of purpose, I ask you, What is your purpose? What is your why?
