My Secret Vocabulary: August 2010

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Recessionomics

What is appreciation, really? And,

Who knows how many good days one has anyway? And,

If he knew that they were so good, then why the hell does he not have them right now and tomorrow and everyday after that? So, then,

Why would one ever even want to know that they are having a good time? And, if so,

Wouldn't we only find happiness in a whisper,

- as if hiding a comment from a friendly foe, like an officer, parent or teacher?

Shouldn't we be enjoying ourselves?

Why not do a good deed for our own sake today?

Why Blog?

Or perhaps the question is, why write?

Within each of us, there is a creative itch that longs to be scratched and writing is the way that I scratch.

But if you asked me why I want to be a writer; if you really had to freakin know, I'd tell you that no one really wants to be a writer. I'd say that I wanta change the world with a blue pen. I'd say that I'm a philosopher and a hypothetical painter and I want the Sistine Chappel and I want to depict all of life's little intricacies and be read and influence and imprint myself upon many others or, at the very least, just one person at the time. But I don't nessesarily want to be a writer.

At present, I'm a young aspiring liver, still walking just beyond the fork of that safe road that is otherwise travelled - you know, the one that is beset on all sides by security and uncomfortable shoes and collared shirts and/or neckties that are color-coded to the weather, and it's bordered by walls of spreadsheets and monday morning meetings and the company of perpetually-wrinkled forehead, gray-haired men who live in mediocre-tall houses and spend their coffee-stained-teeth lunches whisperedly dreaming of the one-day fruit of their 401k fortunes and talking about those poor young wretches who'll never know the ways that used-to-be.

But more specifically, I'm a two-sided man - coffee-stained-teeth luncher by day, Manmoth by night, and a 12-year old for at least one hour per day. But really, you see, I'm an economist right down to the souls of my shoes, and I'm an endlessly endeavoring understandinger of the seemingly endless external and internal aspects associated with all aspects of human life and in looking for the ways in which they differ and, more importantly, are alike.

In that, I guess you could say that I'm an altruist and that's what interests me and, at the very least, I have my philosophical question - "What is Good?"

But enough of the present this rant and these blogs are about a aspiration for a greater life.

In short, money, more college, travel and writing, good times, fun, publish book(s), make one of 'em into a movie, more college, teach, charity, love, experience, passion, growth, pursue interests and learning. The only real order of which is the money and the college, each of which are pivotal to the attainment of the rest.

But why blog?

I blog because I'm not yet a published writer and it feels good to put oneself out there, butt ass naked and vulnerable to the whole world and, in short, be read.

But then, why write?

To change the world with words appease my curiosity at the same time. One day, once I've written about twenty-seven best sellers at least four hundred and thirty articles and I feel like I've mused on all there is to muse, I don't know what I'll do to scratch this itch that doesn't seem to ever attain satisfaction. At that point, I guess I'll have to learn to spell or paint or play the guitar or maybe then it'll be about time to roll over and die. (For more vocabulary, visit www.mysecretvocabulary.wordpress.com )