Easy to say... More difficult to do. The fears and temptations of this life have a way of worming themselves into your thinking; Even if you know what they look like and stand guard to keep 'em out.
I gotta let ya'll in on a lil' secret. It's a piece of work bein' me.
Oh I know what you all think. What an easy road he's got. He's a purty, witty, really smart Biker Cowboy. A shining piece of masculine art ;)
Well, the the truth is; Not so much!... I'm a walking, talking, convoluted, twisted, tormented, self-confused, double rectified, living, breathing, cursing, contradiction on the hoof.
I admire and lust after silence... yet I talk like a freakin' electrified magpie when I get around people.
I nigh on to worship the untouched high up and lonesome, far country... but the first time I look at a lil' piece of ground, the first thing I think is; "Wouldn't it be sweet to have a cabin right up against that tree line, and live here...
Spying a narrow road, twisting through those quiet mountains makes me hunger to put a rumbling V Twin in the wind, breaking that silence.
I advise long camps.They save money and fuel, and allow you time to calm the spirit and see what's around you better... but they are a torment for me. I'm in such a camp for a few hours, and my eyes are soon on that pass just to the south... wondering what's on the other side...
I look at possessions with disdain... put no value on 'em... as I pay forty bucks a month to store my precious "Junk"... and surf pictures of beautiful machines and trinkets... wishin' I could build a new and fresh rig... adorning it with the trinkets... while I sit at the table and dream of a simpler life... !!!!!!!!!!!!
I talk of peace, compassion and a "Brush it off" mentality... while in the next breath I have to choke down a purple rage that urges me to strangle some fool that subjected me to his/her stupidity.
My intellect... Oh kay... I heard that...all that snickerin' is terrible mean! ... I do have intellect... it's 'round here somewhere, and as soon as I find where I put it... I'll take a picture an' show it to ya!...
So... THAT part of me says one thing... my heart and intuition... tells me another... and when I recently read the words of Steve Jobs... it went off like a Sunday Church bell in my head...
"Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice."
Sometimes I feel like that's what's goin' on... As in; My heart and intuition tell me one thing and then the insidious temptations of the world around me "Drown Out my inner voice" and like a sunfishin' Bronc leave me spinning in thin air, heading for a hard landing.
I'm pretty sure Steve Jobs was no Saint. Plenty of folks can rip on him I'm sure. I've not been a follower of his computers... though my Ipod is one of my most treasured "possibles" ;) I've criticized the business practices of Apple... like I have many if not most corporations...
But, puttin' his many likely faults aside, His words ring with a Truth that is inspiring.
It's time, I think, to shake things up. To get hungry again... To be foolish again...
A Hungry Fool
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