Find The Jake

Over the last few months I have gone out to walk at night, I did it in Guam and I do now in Phoenix as well.

Walking just for the sake of walking.

I feel like that’s what I am doing now in my life. There are so many goals and so many ideas about what life should be. Am I chasing my own or someone else’s? It’s hard to know sometimes.

Feeling like what you are doing with yourself is inconsequential is never a good feeling.  You can stay or you can go, it doesn’t really matter. As long as the bills get paid. This is the essence of western civilization. Students go to college for years for an engineering degree and then end up driving school buses. Whatever pays the bills. “Passion is an empty pursuit!” screams the culture, while all around the advertisements tell us what we have to wear and accessorize with, how to fit the mold of a society gone mad with being accepted. We are in the middle of a war with the lowest support rating in history and nowhere to be seen are protests that can even come close to resembling the legendary ones of the 70’s. Why? “Passion is an empty pursuit!” screams the 9-5er’s, as they slide their plastic through the machine, digging ever deeper their pit of disenchanted happiness.

“You certainly have lived quite a bit in your short life” says the bossman. “Life isn’t made for the dead” I respond.

The key is finding your own path through the concrete jungles of our culture, wading through and pushing, while paying your dues. Finally running when long last the trees and rivers can be seen in the distance, knowing that freedom is almost yours.

I’ve been trying to find my path for a long time now and I have a feeling that there is no map for me. It won’t be an easy journey and it rarely will make sense but it will be one unique to me. We have but one trip in us, let’s make it one worth taking.