Thoughtfulness

So, I’ve been reading the comments sections of posts while doing research for OKCBicyclist.com.  Some of them, like the comments in this article, just make my blood boil to the point where I sometimes feel the overwhelming urge to reply.  In times like that, I should remember the following quote from Neil Stephenson:

Arguing with anonymous strangers on the Internet is a sucker’s game because they almost always turn out to be—or to be indistinguishable from—self-righteous sixteen-year-olds possessing infinite amounts of free time."

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But I’m a creep I’m a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here…

So I turned 30. Well, they say that 50 is the new 30, and that 40 is the new 20. So I guess that 30 is the new 10. This explains my dating life to a tee. To be perfectly honest, adulthood really hasn’t hit me. At 30 you should feel like you are a full fledged adult with real expectations and responsibilities. Yeah, I have a mortgage and car payments, but I still feel like I’m late to 3rd period geography. I stammer like a hormone ridden 15 year old when I meet a pretty girl. I still don’t know how to fix a carburetor. I’ve always felt like a punk kid.

Well, overall, it’s been one of those weeks. Very busy and little accomplished. However, occasionally, there are those days when the world falls into order. Today, work was a joy. I just couldn’t be stopped. There is nothing like the euphoria that comes from the act of creation.

There are those who say that work is something to be survived in order so that life can be lived. Maybe the mentality comes from the Bible and the story of the toil after the fall of man or some deep rooted duality that runs through most human through. However, on days like today, I believe that work is the definition of what it means to be man. There is no separation between work and the meaning of man. The notion of duality is the flaw in recognizing the reality of the world. The notion of two separate and distinct realities is not only a logical impossibility, but it also separates from the joy of being a part of the one, true and only reality. When a task is not enjoyable, we can be sure that this is not the human part of work. This is the activities of most of nature. This is an act of survival. Work however, is the act of creation. It is the act of celebration in being a part of reality. Work should always be done in pursuit of living life to the fullest.

I’ve been pondering moments lately. You always hear about those stories where someone who misses death by a mere second or unfortunately meets their demise. A man’s life can be ended or saved in the briefest of moments. Even if the moment is not so dire, a man’s life can be summed up during every second. During any one second, a decision made or chance encounter can change a life for ever. Does this mean that every second (or millisecond or measurement of your choosing) can be a representation of your entire life? And if so, how does one approach each of the millions of moments met each day? Is the hero the man who approaches each of these moments with the expectation of a new path? Just ponderings now, but I’ve started a short story on the subject. Writing was after all the original purpose of this site, but I have to say it hasn’t been much filled with it up to now.