Letter to a friend
I began to write this as a letter to a friend when I realized it can apply universally. It seems that a majority of the population stops having new experiences when they reach a certain age. We sacrifice freedom and constant discovery for complacency and material comfort. We stop living in the realm of thoughts and dreams and turn to earthly pleasures for comfort: food; sex; money; drugs; alcohol. As we creep closer to death do we begin to live with caution? What happens to make someone forsake their life as an impoverished adventurer to a middle class maker of meatloaf?
I do not condemn, I only seek to understand. In many ways I have traded idealism for stability. Now I rarely experience the adrenaline highs and euphoric happiness of my careless days, but I am also no longer subject to crushing gloom.
What made you stop? What mechanism (internal or external) put a halt to your wanderlust?
posted by Anomie-Atlanta at Wednesday, October 11, 2006
5 Comments:
Marriage and children.
I still got the lust baby! I'm just trying to be more strategic with it now!
depression...fought my way out of the gloom, and my wanderlust has been replace by an insatiable thirst for knowledge and joy...in whatever form it may come
My illness has certainly put a damper on my craziness. But I've vowed to myself to be as insane as I can(in a good way of course!) whenever I recover. The main thing I see that will change me would be marriage, but I hope I marry the right woman where we can keep a happy curiosity and passion for life together! Oh, what a hopeless romantic I am.
Good answers but I especially love the strategy Johnny C.!
There's nothing wrong with earthly pleasures and comfort as long as you strive to occasionally challenge yourself along the way.
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