As a kid, I was a big fan of soccer. There’s something almost primal about the game, whether it’s just chasing and kicking a ball, the camaraderie and fierce loyalty of your teammates, pushing your body and breaking through it’s limits, or the philosophy and psychology of winning, I don’t know. I’m not sure what position I played early on, but eventually, center midfield became my favorite place on the field. I’ve come to realize that it’s also how I have lived my life.
Tag: life
If you are living far enough away from “civilization,” you may have no real concern about the seemingly exponential increase in madness permeating the modern world. Perhaps you’re able to exist within it, but not be adversely affected. Perhaps you’re pretending, carrying on with life regardless of what the powers-that-be are scheming and implementing and forcing upon humanity. Perhaps you’re ready to call it a day.
The world is a funny place, isn’t it? Who could possibly come to terms with this level of perpetual chaos?
Be surprised by something every day. Not just for the sake of novelty, for simply seeking variety is a recipe for living superficially and being perpetually distracted, always needing another hit.
Be sexist. Be racist. Be offensive and uncouth. Be brash, politically incorrect and insensitive. Be messy and unrehearsed.
But don’t get stuck there. Be real.
Be in error. Be ignorant and misinformed. Be impolite and inconsiderate.
But don’t get stuck there. Be real.