Hello Fellow Travelers!
I've previously mentioned why I start out every blog with the same salutation. Everyone above ground is on a personal journey of some sort. I can't speak to all those who have gone on because I have never heard from any soul that has departed. Maybe this is just the start of the adventure, there's a scary thought. I'm already exhausted! Or maybe our bodies just keep decaying until one day we simply stop operating and are dead. That's it. No white light to go into no pit to fall into - just dead. An even scarier thought for me, anyway. Anyhooo, until I take "the big dirt nap" (I love that expression, it says it all for me) I'm on a "big" adventure. It is not fun, it is really interesting and dangerous. I was taught from an early age that the nature of "adventures" is that they are dangerous and life-changing, not fun. I cut my teeth on Greek Mythology and I can recite entire passages from The Iliad and The Odyssey - those were adventures! They weren't fun! Both The Iliad and The Odyssey took ten years each so it took Odysseus 20 years to fight the Trojan War and come home. I remember all kinds of bizarre challenges and daily, excruciating, pain but not a lot of fun.
Well maybe Zeus had fun, he never seemed to get into trouble. Zeus was always tricking human women into having sex with him and his jealous wife took out her goddess-vengeance on the mortal girls. They never came out and said it, but you got the distinct impression that these extremely attractive human females were not the sharpest pencils in the desk. So not only do these dim-witted beauties get raped by a giant swan or something equally strange then they are sentenced to some horrible, permanent punishment that only a goddess could invent.
What about Grimms Fairy Tales? The real ones that always put the Stepmother in a nail-studded barrel at the end. That's their idea of a happy ending and yours too when you heard the tale! You thought the evil stepmother should be placed in a nail-studded barrel, naked, and dragged down the street by two draught horses until she was dead. Aye Carramba! No fun there, either. Not fun for The Prince (whoever), the princess/baker/seamstress/whatever, nobody exclaims in delight or bubbles over with joy along the way.
I don't expect fun on my personal journey. I'm happy with interesting! I'm happy to still be on the freakin' journey at this point! If adventures were fun they would be called something else not adventures, (like Uncle Walt's Happy Fun Place with Bubbles and Glitter). OK? I'm on a personal adventure and it sucks! I'm in an adventure that has been alternately terrifying and hysterical. I'm going to look back on this last two year adventure and what it's done to me and learn from it. I've learned a lot I hope I get to use that knowledge in the future.
I've previously mentioned why I start out every blog with the same salutation. Everyone above ground is on a personal journey of some sort. I can't speak to all those who have gone on because I have never heard from any soul that has departed. Maybe this is just the start of the adventure, there's a scary thought. I'm already exhausted! Or maybe our bodies just keep decaying until one day we simply stop operating and are dead. That's it. No white light to go into no pit to fall into - just dead. An even scarier thought for me, anyway. Anyhooo, until I take "the big dirt nap" (I love that expression, it says it all for me) I'm on a "big" adventure. It is not fun, it is really interesting and dangerous. I was taught from an early age that the nature of "adventures" is that they are dangerous and life-changing, not fun. I cut my teeth on Greek Mythology and I can recite entire passages from The Iliad and The Odyssey - those were adventures! They weren't fun! Both The Iliad and The Odyssey took ten years each so it took Odysseus 20 years to fight the Trojan War and come home. I remember all kinds of bizarre challenges and daily, excruciating, pain but not a lot of fun.
Well maybe Zeus had fun, he never seemed to get into trouble. Zeus was always tricking human women into having sex with him and his jealous wife took out her goddess-vengeance on the mortal girls. They never came out and said it, but you got the distinct impression that these extremely attractive human females were not the sharpest pencils in the desk. So not only do these dim-witted beauties get raped by a giant swan or something equally strange then they are sentenced to some horrible, permanent punishment that only a goddess could invent.
What about Grimms Fairy Tales? The real ones that always put the Stepmother in a nail-studded barrel at the end. That's their idea of a happy ending and yours too when you heard the tale! You thought the evil stepmother should be placed in a nail-studded barrel, naked, and dragged down the street by two draught horses until she was dead. Aye Carramba! No fun there, either. Not fun for The Prince (whoever), the princess/baker/seamstress/whatever, nobody exclaims in delight or bubbles over with joy along the way.
I don't expect fun on my personal journey. I'm happy with interesting! I'm happy to still be on the freakin' journey at this point! If adventures were fun they would be called something else not adventures, (like Uncle Walt's Happy Fun Place with Bubbles and Glitter). OK? I'm on a personal adventure and it sucks! I'm in an adventure that has been alternately terrifying and hysterical. I'm going to look back on this last two year adventure and what it's done to me and learn from it. I've learned a lot I hope I get to use that knowledge in the future.
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