I realized today that I turn 29 in two months. And that the year I spend from October 21, 2002 to October 20, 2003 is going to be the last year of my twenties, the last year where I'm only a decade away from when I was a teen, and the last year I can even still be called 'young' by old people. (I really do think it's a rule that they have to stop calling you 'sonny' when you turn 30. It's probably written somewhere.) And so reading your post was not only a humourous coincidence, but cathartic as well. It gave me the comfort to know that I am not the only person in the world who remembers with more than just fond nostalgia the feeling of ethical immortality that was the guiding light of my latter teen years. That feeling of embracing my alternative spirituality, trying to encompass within my beliefs the radical opposites of a world which kills and conspires against its inhabitants versus a world within which we are all a part, and all aspects of our life's energies resonated in echo of. I remember crying when Tibetan monks came and performed at my college, and then I got to spend all the next day, a Saturday, in deep theological/spiritual discussion with them, because they stayed and talked to the Unitarian-Universalist Fellowship I was in. I remember lying on the roof of the house I was living in, and having the most incredible conversation about Western views on starvation and underprivilege. The thing is, I only remember these things. They aren't part of my life anymore. If asked to go up on my roof and have a conversation about something geo-political and philosophical, my first reaction would probably be: Hey, that's dangerous. Besides, it's too hard to climb up there. Though, I think that there will always be people in your life that inspire that youthful vigour and utter idealism in you. I know there are some few left in mine. As for love and passion? They can move mountains. They can make the sky seem more blue. They can make you cry from happiness, and cry from sadness. They can bring every emotion known to our species with them, and have them all pass through your mind and soul in the space of a heartbeat. I don't know if they're enough for what you're wanting to use them for, but they are some of the most powerful, most worthwhile things we can have. If you have them, cherish them my friend. You deserve them.
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Date: 2002-08-31 12:03 am (UTC)And so reading your post was not only a humourous coincidence, but cathartic as well. It gave me the comfort to know that I am not the only person in the world who remembers with more than just fond nostalgia the feeling of ethical immortality that was the guiding light of my latter teen years. That feeling of embracing my alternative spirituality, trying to encompass within my beliefs the radical opposites of a world which kills and conspires against its inhabitants versus a world within which we are all a part, and all aspects of our life's energies resonated in echo of.
I remember crying when Tibetan monks came and performed at my college, and then I got to spend all the next day, a Saturday, in deep theological/spiritual discussion with them, because they stayed and talked to the Unitarian-Universalist Fellowship I was in. I remember lying on the roof of the house I was living in, and having the most incredible conversation about Western views on starvation and underprivilege.
The thing is, I only remember these things. They aren't part of my life anymore. If asked to go up on my roof and have a conversation about something geo-political and philosophical, my first reaction would probably be: Hey, that's dangerous. Besides, it's too hard to climb up there.
Though, I think that there will always be people in your life that inspire that youthful vigour and utter idealism in you. I know there are some few left in mine.
As for love and passion?
They can move mountains. They can make the sky seem more blue. They can make you cry from happiness, and cry from sadness. They can bring every emotion known to our species with them, and have them all pass through your mind and soul in the space of a heartbeat. I don't know if they're enough for what you're wanting to use them for, but they are some of the most powerful, most worthwhile things we can have. If you have them, cherish them my friend. You deserve them.