Rougher & Richer
Rougher and Richer. An idea jokingly spoke into existence but one that’s sticking quite well. This concept that although we may be a little rough around the edges… that we may live a little too fast, reckless and wild.. We are still in pursuit of growing richer in our existence here. Richer in our relationships with God and humanity. Richer in the stories we get to live and the people they lead us too. We just choose to do it a little differently. Below is an excerpt of a journal I wrote on an airplane. The tone is a bit aggressive and I kind of like it… I was feeling some sort of fire in my soul when I wrote this. The fire is good. Enjoy ◡̈
“Yeah sure… I drink, I smoke, and I say fuck too often. I live faster than I ought to. I’ve lied, cheated and strung people along. I love hard but I lose interest quickly. I’ve had my heart broken so I live at an emotional distance now. I’ve had my share of trial, loss and suffering. A lot of things I never asked for but carry proudly. Because I know that it’s my scars that develop my character and my grit. It’s the darkest valleys that reveal the fighter inside of us. I relish the suffering for I know the resilience it brings. I tend to run from prim and proper. Steering clear of the trends, masses and standard ways of doing things. I like my own rhythm. I dance well to it. I get dirty, I make a mess and I hurt myself often. My own worst enemy a lot of the times, sure. I’ve hurt others in the indulgence of my own recklessness. I can be a prick sometimes. Arrogant, selfish and impulsive. When I feel attacked I WILL make you suffer because I know just the way to make people hurt. But I don’t enjoy doing that. I don’t want to be that. I pray for God to rid my heart of that darkness. It isn’t the way I want to be known. I prefer to love well and make people feel bright. I have the ability to make people smile and I love watching others give themselves permission to fully live. To chase ambitions and abandon the restraints of modern normality.
I care about people and always want to do my best. But sometimes I don’t. I’m a little rough and can act selfishly, sure…. I’m just trying to squeeze a whole lot of life out of the 100 years I have here. I take risks and I often fail. But I always learn. I take risks and also score big. My life wouldn’t have the stories it does if it weren’t for jumping off the deep end, into an unknown world of risk. I find commitments binding and I run from the idea of siloing my life into one avenue. I believe there’s an abundance of contrasting ways to live. So why settle for one lane? I strive to live in as many as I can. From the villages of the Himalayas to African tribes to South American rain forest towns, I yearn for experience and perspective from the numerous teachers of the world. I won’t ever fit into your box. I won’t ever fit into any box. No matter how much the world tries to get me to. My box has no walls, no borders no limits. I like the idea of letting my imagination guide my feet and believing that some way, somehow it is all quite possible. Because the minute I start saying ‘I can’t’ is the minute that I lose. The minute that I relinquish my gusto and bravado. The things that make me special. So take your smooth edges, your clean cut livin’ and shove it. I don’t know exactly what I’m doing but I’m moving.. So I’ll let you folks continue to pursue your material possessions and status driven treasures. Scaling your respective ladders in chase of some sort of fleeting recognition and self worth that ultimately will never satisfy your purpose hungry souls. And I’ll continue to chase my treasures. To write the pages of my stories rich in adventure, culture and humanity. “
SO…. there’s that…. rougher and richer. Ciao fo now
