A sudden interest in both creating and trying new things coupled with a uneventful Sunday morning have beautifully come together to prompt me into typing once again in the public domain. Maybe this is some insecurity that I carry which makes me need to be heard, or maybe it is some noble realization that the world is such a goofy place, and a report from my point of view, would venerably serve the human race.
I don’t expect people to read this and I don’t plan on telling anybody about this ‘secret location’ on the world wide web, but I do anticipate keeping up with weird shenanigans on which I am endeavouring and with life from my humourous, reliable, and reflective point of view.
I feel that the honest person is neither a comedian, journalist, and philosopher, but since I have decided to be all three, I’ve got a fighting chance. A comedian is able to be honest with others, because sometimes life’s circumstances stink- like an old banana you left in your bookbag over summer break- and they are the only ones willing to tear down their bulwark and allow other humans to laugh not with them but at them. A journalist is able to see the world honestly. He works with valiant fervor to find the most outlandish stories to impress his audience, and through failed attempts of fabrication, realizes that the best stories are the very ones that occur when non-fiction and timing meet in a perfect and destined encounter. A philosopher is able to be honest with himself, because despite him grappling with the ways of the world, he is forced to look down his dark trachea, past the clogged arteries of social conditioning, and into the ugly and mysterious human heart. He learns to question his own actions before he can don the world with healthy conciet. And so I am attempting to harness and coalesce these three personas that I’ve come to realize I am stuck with, into my own sort-of Captain Planet; not to save the Earth, but to save myself. Ah, too cliche… to sieze the day, no that’s to ambiguous, to Esse Quam Videri.
You can check the translation out in your own dear time. I hope to intertwine challenges, new words, poetry, contemplation, and wit, as if they were christmas ornaments, into my posts. Not to make the christmas tree beautiful, but to enjoy the process of decorating- of taking the things which I have found to be valuable, beautiful, or strange and find the perfect place for them to bask in my light and then live in others. And I always keep my probing eyes open for meaningful and quaint ornaments, so give, share, and take; treat this as the lost-and-found box at your local swimming pool.
