Drawing by Becca Jones-Starr |
Now it seems to me, some fine things have been laid upon your table.
But you only want the ones that you can't get.
I have met many guys who like to travel and have been all over the world. The thing that I always find funny is even though they have traveled the world and seen a lot of things...they still don't know who they are. They often times still don't seem to "know their purpose." I argue your purpose is what you make it. I don't believe humanity is here for any reason, but we're alive and life is pretty amazing -- so let's take advantage of that. I've done my fair share of traveling, however, I certainly haven't gone international. But I feel like I certainly know myself, where I'm going and what I'm passionate about. It reminds me of that saying "Wherever you go, there you are."
These guys' interests seem to be fleeting in almost every category, with women (OR men!), with where they want to live, work, and they often have only a handful at best, of friends. They make ambitious goals and rarely carry through with them. These men are often writers in some form, and act as if they are introspective and self aware. If they were...the result would be different. It makes me think of the paradox going on in the TV show "Frasier." A show about stick-up-their-ass, but well meaning Psychiatrists who aren't even aware of their own behavior. They help people through their problems in their professional life. But then replicate this behavior in their personal life that they act like they are above. Today's vagabond is like that. Kinda similar to a Hipster ironically. As if their inability to stay put, be satiated, or whatever is an asset.
How does it feel to be on your own? With no direction home? A complete unknown. Like a rolling stone?
I'm not saying all writers are this way, just the ones I have run into. These individuals are never satisfied, and they they often can't see what's going on in their own life. They act like they have seen it all, and often brag about their IQ, as if to say "Just because I am emotionally careless does not mean that I am dumb." Living the the San Francisco Bay Area for almost 10 years, I have dated a fair amount of men who come from all over the world. Most of the people around here are transplants, so that's how it goes. Time and time again I run into the Vagabond guy, who writes, does photography, decoupage, and punk rock. They are true rolling stones, never staying put, unable to stay dedicated in any way...unless it's to their craft. The myth of the Vagabond is often interpreted as referring to those who keep moving as never lacking for fresh ideas or creativity. Firstly, I won't deny that these individuals are creative. But I also think they are missing part of the experience of life by never cultivating a relationship with a person. It's funny, because they write poems and stories about it, but do they ever stop to experience it? Do they really know what things like "love" are like?
They claim to have seen the world, but they rarely can see themselves.
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