The other day I was looking at some of the links to my webpage others have put up, and one of them said, “Creative Endeavors, Life Observations, Humor.” I had never considered this a commentary on life, but it appears to have been labeled so by a few.
That is kind of nice.
Often in the morning, I sit here and try my best to come up with something new and refreshing for the day. Every now and then I hit one over the fence, most of the time, I have to admit, I just try to get on base with a hit. This morning, being no exception to the rule, I find myself sitting in front of an empty screen and wondering what it is that we will talk about?
This week I read an interesting book by Donovan Hohn, which was the true tale of 7,200 shipwrecked rubber ducks that rolled of the deck of a container ship in the stormy North Pacific about 15 years ago. The ducks are not the story, only part of it. It is about a quest in life, a passion that had to be fulfilled. The author was so obsessed with finding out what happened to all these ducks that he quit his job as a English school teacher and set out to discover everything that he could possibly find out about these small lost rubber ducks.
Where they had been, where they are now, what was their final destiny after being shipwrecked. That is passion my friends. When was the last time you were curious, I mean “Really Curious” about something. In my case, it has been awhile, I have to admit.
Following these ducks took him to the Northwest passage, Alaska, China and many places in between. Who would have ever stopped to consider that chasing a flock of lost rubber ducks around the world, would lead to such a thought provoking work? If you desire more information on this book, “Moby-Duck, The True Story of 28,000 bath toys lost at sea, you can find it at Viking for about $28.”
At 63 years of age, most of my passion in life, sad to say, has been used up. I find that my get up and go, has gone and went, and my curiosity for the most part has peaked. I am no longer thinking of moonwalking with Einstein, have lost the art of trying to remember everything that there is to remember in life, and lately, I have developed a little hitch in my giddy-up that tends to make me seek out the Aspirin bottle in the late afternoons.
Life … What happens when you are not paying attention.
When is the last time you stepped out of the box? Ventured into something totally new and off the wall. When was the last time you got truly excited about something that you were never excited about before. If you are like me, it has been some time, an ocean of time.
I read where others struggle with this too. Fun? Passion? Nope-nada. Spending a little time on the net you can find other writers struggling with it too. Are You Having Fun Yet? No excitement in their lives, nothing left to shoot for, like my old man used to say, “I have done it all.” I suppose that is the way of life sometimes, you cannot have your cake and eat it too, but a lot of us, would like it that way.
What is it about life that drains our passion, to the point, that we no longer even feel it remotely in our life. What is it about life, that we no longer wish to drink at the fountain of it, but rather just gargle. Why is it that with age, we lose the drive the incentive to seek out new adventures, just sit back and do our best to be “just comfortable.”
I don’t know, I certainly do not have all the answers, most of the time, I have to admit, I don’t even remember the questions.
Perhaps I need to drive up into someone’s yard, get out of the car, grab one of their plastic lawn ornaments (Flamingo’s or such items) and take it on a trip around the world. Photograph them in all these exotic locations (The Pyramids, Great Wall of China, Eiffel Tower) and make a scrapbook of it and return it (and the book) to its rightful owners a year later. It is a neat idea, certainly nothing original it has been done before, just not by me.
What is it that I need? What is it in my life, this inescapable “bucket list item” I have forgotten? Do I need to find a seemingly impossible rocky crag and scale it … Locate one un-dammed river in this country and run it … Simply because they are there. Perhaps it is time to make a road trip and burn some expensive fossil fuels. Take my grand-kids on a trip and one more time, try and explain to them why history and why geographic monuments erected by the hands of man are important in this day and age.
Why Charlie Sheen, Lindsay Lohan, Tweets, Facebook and MTV are not.
Might be time to devote some serious time to study my root problem and find a solution. Lay back in my hammock and take a well-deserved nap and consider something of an adventurous nature to do in the sunshine years of my life. Which right now, seems to me, an impossible goal.
One constant in all this, and that is the weekend.
If it did not exist before now, I would have to invent it, because it is something that we all need. A time to recharge, to readjust our priorities in life, or just “get away from it all” for a brief respite from what life has to offer.
Please enjoy yours, I am going to do my best to do the same on my end.