It is a new year for America and for it's people, the final of a decade that held not the promises of 'millennium' but of decay and back-steps and heartless despair. We stood hopeless at the edge of a precipice. We still stand at the edge of a precipice, now with the audacity to hope. I am not audacious enough to hope we improve, because I don't think we will; let others dream those dreams that may better suit their disposition. I think we are like herds of cattle stampeding towards a cliff-face, an unstoppable force of blind, collective motion-- we believed in change and turned our backs on freedom. We want what we are not willing to work towards-- we are blind, selfish, greedy, cruel. I have not the audacity to hope we can stop. I barely have the audacity to hope we do not fall.
2008 was a year of great upheaval in my own life, as I spent the most of the year in this new state of nomadacy. The vagabond life, it suits... I like it, and do not regret giving up homes and careers and automobiles to pursue it. The edge of society, barely scraping by is far more satisfying than rat races and offices and lethargy ever were. But in 2009, I am changing even more.
Great changes are coming into my life. I am in Louisiana now working on a project that will be like a guiding hand through the remainder of this great journey I am on. A mission...a quest, per se. It will, I believe, make all of this more entertaining to witness and more entertaining to live. We will see, I suppose. A mission statement and more information on this will follow in the coming months.
And finally, a resolution. I have bought a bicycle. I will learn to ride it. I have waited long enough-- I am tired of the curious looks I receive when I reveal I don't have this most basic of skills. It cannot be that hard-- knees and elbows be damned. Cameron del Mar the Second, you will carry me places, by God, or places I will not go.
May your 2009 be filled with endless optimism and joy. Happy trails.
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