rawlife’s BodyBlog

Life just doesn’t seem exciting if I do the same things day in and day out, like everyone keeps telling me to do.  The idea of cultivating relationships and throwing myself into my work is appealing, but I’m just not quite at that level yet.  I definitely do those things at times, but the explorer/adventurer in me is still very alive and well.  It was awakened after being introduced to Arthur Jones(no personally).  I want his stories, I want his memories.  I want to have a lot of the kind of memories that just make me ahh in wonder and have to shake the chills off my own spine.  I’ve really just scraped the surface of that so far.  It’s something that I’m pretty sure I need to experience a whole lot more of or my life will not go according to plan.  I remember before I left for the arctic adventure on Svalbard and in northern Sweden, a lot of people were telling me that I was self destructive, asking for danger and they were even hinting at death.  That couldn’t be farther from the truth.  I wrote a bit about this one day on the back of a bill or something-when I get inspiration, I just feverishly write on whatever’s available.  When it comes to living life, you have to do just that.  The point of life isn’t to delay death.  Death is delayed in the process of living life as your spirit dictates.  Living life so as to put off death or, as most people do, so as to keep from being uncomfortable(that’s actually different from living to stay comfortable) is just going to draw those things toward you even more.  They have then become your focus; focus cannot not be on the negation of something.  Focusing on putting off death, is focusing on death.  Focusing of keeping from being uncomfortable is focusing on discomfort. 

   So what I ended up telling my family and friends in reference to my cautiousness and what not was "I’ll be as safe and and cautious as my sense of adventure will allow."  The point, first and foremost, was to have a great adventure.  It was NOT to be as safe as possible and try to have as good of an adventure as I could while attempting to not get hurt-my deep desire to live on tell stories about my advetures takes care of that part automatically.  I noticed, while writing my long diatribe, that there is a kind of give and take with danger and fun when it comes to adventures.  You know, you can have plenty of fun without any danger at all-ie: laughing and being an idiot with friends, but that’s not really an adventure.  Part of what makes the adventure an adventure is not being conciously aware of whether or not you are going to be ok in the end-that’s the exitement, and the real fun is when you get out of it and you have an awesome memory, another notch on your belt. 

   I really need to go somewhere, do something, be out in the wild, not eat for days, get lost.  I want to live James Bond’s life combined with Arthur Jones’. 

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