A beginner has a wide open field. A beginner has a wide open mind. A beginner has all the advantage of not being an expert. A well established way confines an expert to his rituals. When
his well beaten track finds no fruit, he has no expertise venturing in the wild.
The beginner begins in the thicket. He holds his machete firmly, ambition felling branches and clearing tracks this way and there. He has no rhythms, his limbs try everything. Some strokes fall brilliantly others hit a dull edge. Again he strives, pushing forth again and again. Will he keep up the fight? Will he keep pushing in the dark? The expert has a map and a compass, the beginner only the latter. But his woods has no trails, he must form
new ones. The only way is to keep trying. Trying and trying and trying. Some beginners have fun with the challenge. They relish the uncertainty, the challenges of incompetence, trusting their limbs to hone themselves over time. Practice and practice, he loves his practice, he is free. He is not an expert. He has no rules no customs or tracks. Truth can pour, dimly and dumb but purely unbridled. One day he will be an expert. An expert of the woods, not a well beaten path. But how is that possible?

Maybe the beginner has only his beginning to be a beginner. As his limbs grow strong and strides certain in step, a certain way will form, a way unique to his soul. He’ll look back down the road, to the wild woods that started it all and fondly reminisce the crazy swinging that started it all. 

    In less than two weeks I will be walking across the stage, wearing a sweet red robe, and grab the diploma that is my ticket to a great “successful” life. But no thank you. That walk off the stage is the end of my academic road. I’m just not feeling it.

    Many kids I talk to feel the same way: daily grind with facts and memorization, tests that grind out the magic of knowledge and truth, the constant gaze into the far off future when all of this pays off with a cushy high paying job and just bullshit materials. Is it worth it?

    College gives you a set of well paved roads to walk. Roads that have been tread millions of times, a path to lawyer, doctor, businessman, scientist, architect, engineer, etc, etc. I’m not knocking any of them; they’re crucial and many people love and enjoy it. But there are those that don’t like society’s plan for them, that don’t feel like walking down a road already been laid out all prim and proper.

    There are those that wanna burn their own trails.

For us that won’t conform, the worst thing we hear is: “you’re being delusional, you’re not facing reality.” It’s a ball buster, kills my confidence every time.

But then I look out the window, I see birds lifting off from the trees into the wide open sky and I realize that I’m looking at the exact reality they are—but just looking a little deeper and daring to see possibility.

Whose reality am I not following? It’s social reality. There is a very distinct and well laid out social reality with customs, traditions, expectations, and life patterns. But society’s ways are not a fundamental reality, Nature is the framework, the foundation, the Truth.

If society’s ways are not making you happy, go to Nature. Nature’s laws are the only laws we have to obey. Our lives truly rests on the design that has constructed us. The fundamental design of the universe is reality. Society is a construct upon this reality, crudely placed, not exactly in harmony with it.

When we align ourselves with the fundamental truth of Nature, we find what we really want in life and the courage to go for it. Maybe about 1% of our humanity that have lived on this planet lived crazy and passionately—let’s pay attention to them. They didn’t listen to society and its rules, they only listened to Nature, to the truth in the Universe, and what is all of that but You?

Just do You.

tumblrbot asked: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

The top of the Himalayan peak. The bottom of the grand canyon. Amazon rain forest. 

The detached intellectual doesn’t understand life anymore than the common man dropped in the raw uncertainty of struggle.

Both are in the same void, in the same light.

Give it to me raw.