bryson tiller: don't
there seems to be an overt theme in this portion of life that could be termed 'the joy of the journey.' a title that i feel drawn to, magically. its become a habit for me too seek out articles online about the importance of finding comfort in the pursuit of wants and needs. i think i get it.
and also, more importantly, i feel that it is something i have put into practice. sometimes i shake my head at myself and the winter that i have had. i've headed one direction and laid out a path only to say 'never mind' and point my efforts elsewhere instead. but i feel much better, more hopeful, and more inspired by this new direction.
i think i've reached a bottleneck. one of many, i am sure, since life is too long for me to be content with any one certain thing i take on. but for now i feel determined toward a few key goals. and focus is something that i particularly lack and so, this new ability has me feeling capable and confident.
i gained an affinity for the flattened central region of this state over the summer. out there, in the ranch lands, people demand and direct their own lives. and they know the land. they know their land in its flaws just as well as in its perfections. they labor with a love built out of habit and maybe even ignorance. because when you're raised out there, where the livelihood of your home depends so much on the people who inhabit it, what kind of audacity do you have to ever leave? their marriage to their land lends to their ignorance of the rest of the world. how sweet it would be.
dad sends me photos of his new calves, their wintry mothers standing over them to provide warmth in the 8 degree weather they have back home. it makes me want a farm of my phone, all of this.
this day in particular, i went for a jog down a dirt road that held alfalfa fields on either side. that stretch of dirt felt entirely separated from the world and i've wanted to visit such a place ever since.
and also, more importantly, i feel that it is something i have put into practice. sometimes i shake my head at myself and the winter that i have had. i've headed one direction and laid out a path only to say 'never mind' and point my efforts elsewhere instead. but i feel much better, more hopeful, and more inspired by this new direction.
i think i've reached a bottleneck. one of many, i am sure, since life is too long for me to be content with any one certain thing i take on. but for now i feel determined toward a few key goals. and focus is something that i particularly lack and so, this new ability has me feeling capable and confident.
i gained an affinity for the flattened central region of this state over the summer. out there, in the ranch lands, people demand and direct their own lives. and they know the land. they know their land in its flaws just as well as in its perfections. they labor with a love built out of habit and maybe even ignorance. because when you're raised out there, where the livelihood of your home depends so much on the people who inhabit it, what kind of audacity do you have to ever leave? their marriage to their land lends to their ignorance of the rest of the world. how sweet it would be.
dad sends me photos of his new calves, their wintry mothers standing over them to provide warmth in the 8 degree weather they have back home. it makes me want a farm of my phone, all of this.
this day in particular, i went for a jog down a dirt road that held alfalfa fields on either side. that stretch of dirt felt entirely separated from the world and i've wanted to visit such a place ever since.
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