Make Some Wrong Decisions

This is an adventure. Nothing exciting comes from the safe, the sure, the done before and well groomed path left to follow. Branch out. Break the fence and rush the untamed possibilites with your torch held firmly in front to light your way.

Why make the safe choice? When in life, the risks appear, see them for the potential rewards that chasing them can bring. The horizon speaks to those who will shoulder their packs and forge on for it, leaving behind the safety of the camps that have already been made. Let the hum of the adventurous spirit drown out the cries of "Remain! Remain! Do not leave the safety of the fire and the camp!" If no one will chase the horizon, who will find the new lands, the new people, the new worlds for those in the camp to follow upon, when their camp is flooded and their game all chased off?

Cultivate those hearts that yearn to do that which has not been done. Cultivate those spirits that will not sit by, apathetic to the desires of their feet to move. Cultivate the eyes that see beyond the safety of the city's walls to the mysteries of the horizons beyond. Cultivate those voices that lift up and encourage the marginalized to push boundaries beyond the limits that have been painted before them.

For who will if we will not?

How to get where we have no business going...

Obligatory disclaimer: Everything posted on this site represents me. Wile some thoughts may be transitory and others more enduring, in the Zen fashion, they all represent a single perfect moment of me being me. Not that I claim perfection in the relativistic sense. Just the subjective. When it comes to being me, there is no one more well qualified. Therefore, I claim all content posted here.

My intended purpose for this site is to chart the course of my impractical, idealistic, and for some, infuriating beliefs on how we should be. In every sense, we seem to be adrift in a vast sea of poorly charted courses. While some of you may be rallying your crafts to form formidable navies, intended to fend off the scurvy of philosophical pirates, marginalized by political, religious, or economic differences from the flotilla, others choose lonelier courses. Regardless, we all seem destined for different lands, some that may exist, and some that, like Atlantis, were either lost long ago, or never existed in the first place outside of the imaginations of the hopeful and romantic. The point of these discourses is about where I would argue we should be going and whether we should be flying the colors of a formidable navy, or the Jolly Roger of personal conviction in spite of popular convention.