Here
we are on this island, reconstructing our solitude, of being on our own, in the
form of pictures and video and a few sentences…Don’t you ever get bored….you
may ask, and I can tell you Yes, after all, waiting for nothing to happen next
can be boring.
Boredom has never enjoyed an admirable reputation. we tend
to treat boredom as a handicap and to deny it as an opportunity, With 24/7 on
demand media, always on always available, we seldom have the chance to be
purely bored.
As fast as the new is experienced… it is liable to become
boring. The new becomes a variant of the infinite. It recedes infinitely.
This is the cultural pathology of our time: If we stopped doing
what we do, we might not know who we are. As I’ve reflected before, to
cultivate the art of presence in the age of productivity is no easy feat. Being
on this remote island makes things easier- there are no bars, coffee shops or
shopping opportunities.
The most transfixing aspect of boredom —is its relationship with time It’s the opposite
of flow, that a state of intense focus you enter whilst absorbed in an
enthralling task, when you lose track of time. When you are bored, you wait for
something to happen, but you don’t know what it is.
If you resolve to give up smoking, drinking and loving you
don’t actually live longer, it just seems longer. Live and let live-when you
realize you are gonna die someday, you also realize the tremendousness of the
future. You fall in love with a Time you will never perceive
The meaningful is the opposite of the trivial. The only way
to glean knowledge is contemplation, and the road to that is time. There’s
nothing else. It’s just time. There is no shortcut for the conquest of meaning.
And ultimately, it is meaning that we seek to give to our lives.
A REPRINT FROM THE WAYBACK TIME MACHINE and The Year 2013:
“You should write a book” I rather shoot a movie, with Sequels. A Show rather than Tell-All.
How can I compose a story big enough, deep enough and broad enough to encompass the reality of my life? When I’m at sea, immersed in action, I am the protagonist,You can't create experiences like this, you undergo them.
The power of narrative comes forth when I am engaged in the telling.(or selling) of these accounts.
There are 3 versions, First, the edited “inside version”, Secondly, The story I tell the world, and Thirdly, my created self- or RL Real Life (story). Depending on my audience, my motive, or my mood at any given time. . . The countless possible versions of (my story) can vary widely.
“Whoever authors your story authorizes your actions.” When we tell our own story—and write our own autobiography, we truly begin to live more consciously and unfold our own myth---with us as producer and director, going out to sea , in an infinity of hope, it's life's coming attraction, where we have final cut. There is, indeed, the uniqueness of inhabiting our own life when we follow our bliss and tell our own story. I think that the majority of people never get inside their own lives. Read More Here
That is the difference between living mythically (The American Dream) and living autobiographically (The YOUniverse) where your wishbone becomes your backbone. "That is what we are supposed to do when we are at our best – make it all up – but make it up so truly that later it will happen" Ernest Hemingway Read More Here
Write? Right!
A One-Man-National Geographic on that everywhere trip.
The earth school kills all of its students. Life is like rowing out to sea in a boat that has a hole in the bottom. Have as much joy and fun and fulfillment- because success without fulfillment is failure. This is known as Present-Moment Hedonism; conservative risk-averse types call it PoiZen. Traveling, is like shaving my head-if I'm not doing it everyday I start to feel like a bum. I use traveling as a medicine to feel differently. Traveling is a drug that gives me a fix when I'm down and turns feeling normal into a buzz Unlike retail therapy that ends up being buyer's remorse, the cure IS the poison, and the fool, who persists in his folly, becomes wise. The pressure of modern life (or as it's also known, being lucky enough to be born in the USA) seems tiny compared to some of the beauty in the world. Seeing it all at the slower speed of nautical miles, magnifies it 10x, to the nth degree.
Doing the right thing at the wrong time equals pain- Someday, the busiest day of the week, is the wrong time. It is never about the claim to finite resources..."not enough time, money, opportunity". It's about resourcefulness.
If travel is your dream, then live your dream now, not your back up plan. I would recommend that everyone who wanted to travel, do it immediately. Sooner rather than later. Gather no moss. Time Marches on. Start Now.The winds of grace always blow for us but we have to raise our sails and just go. Read More Here
Proust decided he’d done enough living by age 30 and decided to spend the rest of his life processing the life he’d lived in a book called Remembrance Of Things Past. I do not suffer from the "dis-ease" of more, but I still see myself traveling by cruise ship in the present perfect tense- as in: "I will have booked another world cruise by age 60."
The reason why I haven't written a book, is because I'm still processing it all! Looking forward to the day when I have more PAST than FUTURE, and my experience catches up to my imagination, as the quotidian, intimate and overlooked aspects of ordinary day become more extraordinary.
Everyone's life is either a warning or an example, but nothing is so irritating as a good example. Go to heaven for the climate and hell for the people. Hell is other people and you usually meet them on a cruise ship---I write my own rules for nautical success: continued enthusiasm despite failure after failure.
Despite the undoubted camaraderie, the laughs, the jollies and the sense of tribalism that attends any cruise contract or project, the profession remains a notoriously lonely one. FriendSHIPS are intense but brief; when the gig ends or the curtain comes down, you can soon find yourself back home staring at your cell phone and wondering if any of it really happened. Memories are short, time moves on, "fame" is transitory.Read More Here
“I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now...Come further up, come further in!" C.S. Lewis
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