You know, we get up in the morning. Some of us get ready for work. We travel anywhere from 1 to more than 100 miles away from home, and give 8 to 10 hours of our life per day to some ungrateful bastard who would much rather fling a booger at us, than to take the time to get to know our names. Yet, regardless of the treatment, we still flock to the same job, day in and day out, like a kitten to a bowl of milk, and we smile as if it is the best thing since the invention of sliced bread. Well, I got news for you, there is so much more to life than the daily act of pimping ourselves to some stuffed shirts with deep pockets.
A friend of my brother and I were talking one time, and I brought of the fact that I feel as if I am living an unfulfilled life, yet I am not sure how to seek fulfillment. I mean, I have things in my life which I value very highly. My relationship with God, the love of my children, my wonderful grand children, a job that gives me just enough to get by. You know, all of the basic bullshit that the more affluent tell us is the way to fruitfully fulfilling life. Yeah right, these are the same individuals who were born into a 6 to 7 figure bank account, so what do they know about a fulfilling life other than what mommy and daddy bought for them? My brother's friend said to me that I should just go. I looked at him like he was freaking retarded. Go? Go where? Was he telling me to ju st get out of his face? If he was, then what a big arking bastard he is. As it turned out, he meant nothing of the sort.
Unbeknownst to me, my brother's friend had just returned to the United States after spending 5 years living in London. In other words, one day he just said the hell with it and jumped on a plane to London. Just like that. No worrying about family, no concern about his current employment or lack of future employment, heck not even a clear picture of where to stay when he arrived in London. Nope, none of that, he just woke up one day and said to himself that he was going to London. To me, that took a big ole pair of brass ones, but it all worked out for him. He scored a gig as a bartender, and introduced his music to the good folk of London, and from what I am to understand he had a great experience over in merry ole England. Just Go, it was as simple as that Just Go. Throw caution to the wind, or just screw caution all together. Just Go. Wow I thoug ht, what a profound philosophy.
When a person actually thinks about it, most people who successfully start new lives in new worlds thought the same way. When told they could not worship the way they liked, the Pilgrims thought "Let's Just Go", boarded a ship called the Mayflower, and the rest as as we like to say History. If 4 teen musicians had not decided to Just Go to America, I would like the think that Paul would have never sprouted Wings.
Maybe there is some validity to the notion to Just Go. Nothing preplanned at all. Just walk into an Airport with passport and bags in hand, and flip a coin. Heads to the east, Tails to the west. Or perhaps just take a trans-atlantic of trans-pacific cruise one way to another country, and stay there one you arrive. Now that sounds adventurous, dangerous, but adventurous. How many times have I wished I would have stayed in Australia or the Philippines when I was a young sailor. How I've thought about joining the crew of a merchant vessel to just work my way across the ocean to Africa, or Spain, or some other exotic destination.
Like everyone, I want to know that my life is worth something, and that I have done something note worthy before the day in which I draw my last breath. I am tired of doing the work of the man for little to no recognition, while the butt kissers of our society reap all of the benefits. I am tired of my intellectual property being stolen and peddled as the idea of some young hot shot who is stuck in the muck and the mire of the Master / Slave type of professional relationship. Hell, I am just tired of seeing everyone else has something great to talk about, while I am stuck with the memory of marching down Sunset Blvd as the member of a High School Marching Band. Darn It! I want my life to mean something, if to no one else, then just to me. I want to be able to look back and say yes I did that. Perhaps I should take the advice of my brother's friend and Just Go.
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