Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Wherever that river goes, that's where I want to be

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!



Damn near impossible to follow Mr Kipling's wisdom, but then again, I like a challenge. Is that not why you like me? Heh.

I watched a documentary on Dennis Hopper last night and a certain part has been burning within me since. There was Sean Penn, smoking a cigarette, gesticulating at the camera, speaking passionately about Dennis and Easy Rider. And the words, "It would be nigh on impossible to make a movie in this day and age which so perfectly resonated with a movement, with a generation...with a TIME..."

And I thought, Fuck it if the man ain't right.

We live in a recycled age. We live in a constant age of worshipping past eras. Punk, grunge, dance, hippies, rockers, blah blah blah...And now, I guess, it's the age of this...goddamn internet. So what, we get the movie Hackers? Hahahaha. I liked Tron...

But it's more than that, these thoughts I have. Mostly they relate to a single word...

Freedom.

Freedom to smash windows without being an anarchist or a punk or even angry. Freedom to practice Free Love or live beyond the boundaries of Money and Work and The Man and the fucking Capitalist System that enslaves us without being labelled a hippy. Freedom to just get up and get your Move on. Freedom to practise Buddhism, as in, the only thing that matters is right NOW, and yet still be able to eat a steak, because sometimes I need a steak right NOW.

*eats steak*

*burp*

Freedom is the impossible dream. Freedom is humanity's most attractive trait. Freedom is forever the carrot and we the hungry Mules, with expectation our Fat Bastard Master holding the stick.

Does the concept of being without money cancel Freedom? Does the concept of love and partnership cancel out Freedom? Is Freedom just some bad sixties band? Or is it just a long, slow exhalation of all the internal shit that builds up within us since the day we're born.

Is Freedom sexier if you keep it hidden within and go to your job and go home to your wife and kids or play in your band or do WHATEVER the fuck you HAVE to do but the whole time you're grinning a little cheeky grin because you KNOW that all it would take is just standing up and walking off, in any direction, for you to be free.

Is Freedom an attractive mate that it is best never to find out the reality of?

I've had a lot of coffee today, and my thoughts are a little...free. But I'm going to keep investigating this concept because I think there is something deeply important in it. Somewhere.
I'd like to hear what you thought. In the meantime, I may be on a motorbike somewhere. Or I may be just reading a book on the grass in the sun.

Hi.

6 comments:

  1. Trust and innocence are the guides, Not scepticism and past experience. Trust your intuition, and what-soever experience comes to you, let it happen.. And each time you don't allow situations to take over you or corrupt you, that opportunity will become an integration inside. Your soul will be able to breathe again.

    Beautiful post.

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  2. Is Freedom an attractive mate that it is best never to find out the reality of?

    I hope not!

    *rethinks decision made in last week*

    *freaks out*

    PS: Bags buying you a beer in October, dear man x

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  3. Bags drinking it. FAST. 'cause it's like...hard earned.

    Hi Sass! Hi Jess! What's with all the double s.

    (This was done in cheerleader styles...)

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