Not like it used to be ...

I am so saddened to find myself exclaiming, things are ' not like they used to be '. At time present I am but 24 years old, and all observable indicators suggest my best times are all behind me. I have a great treasure trove of wonderful memories crafted out there in the world. I cling to them with claws of nostalgia, ever saddened they have passed but reminded to be grateful they ever came to pass.
Traveling alone for long periods of time, initial moments of brief insanity eventually morph and one is loured into philosophic rumination. Maybe its being surrounded by things unfamiliar and feeling unable to make the alien seem more intimate? regardless, the result in my experience is an almost meditative state, wherein questions of meaning and purpose become unavoidable. Its not a place of thought you enter int0 voluntarily, or initially travel in hopes to rekindle. It will find you, true to itself as it is, it will find you when you're there.
Now this very idea I just described is close to impossible from my work desk. Suit and tied up, creativity is suffocated at the collar. Drone monotony is the story of every day. Time passes slowly in the present, seems to have passed very quickly when mentioning the past, and seems like forever for the future. So how do we escape this poor state? Thats the resounding question to mark the place I have reached in my life. HOW DO I ESCAPE ?

Wisdom of the Hagakure

A drop from knowledge pond HAGAKURE, to my blogspot to get us started :


"There is something to be learned from a rainstorm. When meeting with a sudden shower, you try not to get wet and run quickly along the road. But doing such things as passing under the eaves of houses, you still get wet. When you are resolved from the beginning, you will not be perplexed, though you still get the same soaking. This understanding extends to everything."

- Hagakure