Not drawing that line in the sand

To draw a line in the sand declaring that we’ve got it all figured out and to summarily dismiss anything that runs counter to “what we think we know” is not courage of conviction, but instead it is a full throated embrace of stagnation.

Often I’ve been accused of taking “things” too seriously, but I’d rather deal with the fall out from that, than having to contend with not taking “things” seriously enough.

I’m powered by history, not by American, World or the nuances of a particular era, but by the history of me. I find myself constantly pushing against who I was, am, and the person that I need to become. Not unlike the slogan I from the Virginia Slims cigarette campaign “You’ve come a long way, baby” I too have come a long way, only to realize that I’m not even halfway there.

Knowing that I am a work in progress is a pyrrhic victory of sorts, but it gives me a vantage point that those who harbor a belief that they have it all figured out do not, clarity.

My addiction to solace knows no boundaries, the discoveries that I have uncovered while being embedded have been nothing short of life changing and I always find myself looking forward to the next, excited at prospect of learning more.

Often my excursions are done alone as it is something that I unable to share with anyone else, as it brings to mind a quote from Oscar Wilde who stated:

“I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.”