Homo Sapiens have just domesticated the dog (Sapiens, Yuval Noah Harari), the Hyksos are invading Egypt (The History of the Ancient World, Susan Wise Bauer), Shasta was just mistaken for Prince Corin (The Horse and His Boy, C.S. Lewis), and the Fox just devoured the Eagle’s eaglets after they fell from their nests (Aesop’s Fables), (I read about four books at a time). And I am still getting better at skateboarding. Seriously, I have done a dozen tricks in the last three months that I’ve never done before. And, also, I’m scraping by in school. But making it.
Speaking of school. It’s a double edged sword. Maybe it’s triple or quadruple edged. No, it’s a mace swinging wildly over my head as I charge into battle with nothing but aspirations and dreams, and hopes of writing my next book that will steal the public’s heart and launch me into an exhilarating and eccentric writing career. Wait, so why am I going to school? I can utilize the internet, long spans of time, and other people to teach me how to more properly place my commas. Alas, it is no other reason than that I am stubborn. I don’t like to be beaten. And let me tell you, school has beaten me. It has stomped me into the pavement, broken my shell and left me there to die, just like I did to that poor snail last night… Oh my gosh. You don’t know what horror is until you see a snail on the last step in the dark just in time to skip the step and jump over it, only to come down on it’s homie just below the step with all your weight, and barefoot… It was horrible. It really was. I still shudder to think of it.
Anyway, I want to move on from that experience, so let's move on, shall we? Back to skateboarding. I love skateboarding. It is so fun. Art is often times mentally and emotionally demanding. Skateboarding is that, but it adds a hefty physical element to it. The gears turn and grind to think of the trick in the mind, then you put your heart into the idea. You're going to give it all you have but even after it all you know that it might not love you back, then you launch yourself at the obstacle in order to perform the physical feat of it. The outcome is wondrous, or it is abysmally vexing. That synthesis though, that combination of realities is beautiful to me. The love, the art, the pain, the wonder, the thrill. It keeps me young. That might sound weird to say, because one could argue that it is a physically abusive sport. But I’d argue that it’s only detrimental if you don’t know how to fall properly, which is an art form in and of itself.
Well, that's all I got tonight. I work in, guess how many hours. Yup. It’s a small post, I know, but I just needed to say something, even if it was just a little something. I needed to send my thoughts into the void of the internet for those rare eyes who come across my little domain. And I promise more content is coming soon, on all the things. I've been working hard.
Dear lovers, goodnight. May your dreams come true.