Wednesday, October 11, 2006 Letter to a friend

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?


Blogger inkyhack said...

Marriage and children.

11:28 PM  
Blogger Johnny C. said...

I still got the lust baby! I'm just trying to be more strategic with it now!

2:18 PM  
Blogger James said...

depression...fought my way out of the gloom, and my wanderlust has been replace by an insatiable thirst for knowledge and whatever form it may come

4:05 PM  
Blogger Sebastien Millon said...

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.

5:27 PM  
Blogger Dale said...

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.

7:52 PM  

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