Used to be you went to a car lot and took a car that interested you for a spin. Perhaps down the driveway to the open road. Maybe onto a freeway to see if things checked out. A surface street would be good. You are thinking about buying this thing. Its more than the 4 wheels. Its how you fit in it and how it fits you. Soon though the car becomes just the means to pick up the kids, get you away from the mundane of work, perhaps set you free on a Saturday morning when you have no place to go and all the day to get there. Going out for a spin takes you away.
Life needs to be taken out for a spin sometimes too. You cannot just sit in the usual place and let the carbon build up. Soon your pipes are not functioning correctly and work and away from work become the primary purpose. No dear readers. That is not all. I do not believe we were put here to simply track our hours in some machine and wonder for a brief moment driving the commute home whether the sun setting perhaps somewhere else may look the same or whether the morning breeze in Chennai India smells the same. Perhaps does the evening food and beer bring the same relish to life as your regular every day endeavors if you find yourself in Singapore. Its all different comrades. Those things are different.
To get your fix, you need to take life out for a spin. I have decided to do just that. Originally it would have been around December. I would have worked to prepare to take life for that ride. Lets face it though. Each day we lose, is a day we do not get back. There is no way to get time and space back. I’ve felt this at jobs that my ex-wife told me I had to take because it was my duty. Work was a sacred duty and whether you loved or liked the job or not you did it. This is not close to taking life for a spin. This is some casual work thing messing you up and then tossing you out because perhaps you were burned and baked and could not find the way.
So, we shall not do that, right? We shall take life out and do as Edward Abbey once remarked,
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
If all we do is go through the motions, how do we get those lonesome, dangerous views? No, life is meant to be taken for a spin. Each of us has our own way to do this though. Your dangerous view is not my amazing view and Edward knew it. Because Edward also stared at the wonderful and strange Moab and wrote Desert Solitaire and tried to make sense out of a season he had there. He knew things were vanishing and that to make sense out of the things one has take that dangerous path. Only then does one see the mountains.
We all need a manifesto to live by. We need to see that what we do now is not what we shall do. In my case, my stone has been cast. I shall depart this place in August and perhaps not to return. Not to come back to the San Francisco Bay area with its high prices and bubbles and plateaus where life has never meant its full purpose. I’ll find another place perhaps along a railroad track first on a journey from west to east.
Now its your turn to declare. You have your own dangerous and amazing view. What shall it be? The job which spins you in different circles or will you take the dangerous path? None of our lives and how we take them for a spin are similar. As much as we all are the stuff of stars so our paths differ.
Now declare and tell me your vision.