Wednesday, May 4, 2011

You Are Invited!

So, I have managed keep writing for a few weeks now, and I think that I may have proven to myself that I can be consistent! least sort of. Anyway, I figured that if I am going to keep at it, it is about time that I let you all in on what brought me here. Let's face it, there are tons of blogs, many no doubt by better writers than myself, so why should you waste those precious minutes on the pot clicking around here?

One second...I have that's down the bottom of my bag...behind the lipgloss...and... and under the Costco coupons... ARGH!

Ok, ok, it comes down to this. Here we are, at a point in history where millions can walk into any grocery store and eat better than the most decadent roman emperor. We live in a world where we have access to the finest linens, artwork from every corner of the globe, and entertainment running 24 hours, seven days a week. There are so many different ways that we can tease pleasure from each moment the sheer volume of choices can be paralyzing. Almost hidden in this deluge of bounty is ...well... the point.

We are living amazing times, in a world bewildering in it's marvels, but it is by no means a perfect world. Not only do we have to fight the ennui that comes with abundance, but we also have to hold ourselves together when fate sees fit to throw all too real tragedy our way.

This is the path I walk. Apparently I can take a punch as I come to you bloodied by life. But my heart is that of an explorer. I may never reach any of the 101 places you are 'supposed' to visit before you die or have even have a bucket list that I can still read under countless coffee stains, but yet I find things. It is my mission to find the beauty I can dig up and taste it down to the depths, but it is at least equally important to me to find those ways, however small that make this whole infinite expanding universe have meaning, and share them.

The delight of the best confections, sensual pleasure in fine fabrics, or fleeting visions of beauty that resist capture in any tangible form, anything that can be reached by just a click. These things are mine. The smile of a babe struggling to breathe or the extension of my small wealth to help those drowned by water, fear or circumstance these things are also mine. This pretty disaster we call life will have meaning. Who's with me? I'm more than willing to share. You are formally invited!

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