How does life and living define us? More importantly, how do we define it?
We’re all glamorous glory hounds that wish to be something great in our lives. Anything else would be Buddha or Gandhi. And we are not them, especially if you’re reading this blog. But our definition of it defines our pursuit of it. I would like nothing more than to have a huge publishing company read this and ask to release the many books I’ve written on my own terms. But alas, that will likely never happen. I would like that my efforts to save teenage street-rats became something wondrous, but it’s likely none of those street-rats remember my name.
Some would tell themselves that the pursuits of others are nothing more than wishful thinking while pursuing their own unattainable goals. Some would find a stroke of sheer genius-like coincidence that would propel them into a life of spotlight and recognition. But what I ask is; would they ever tell the tale as it really happened… sheer coincidence and the actions of others? And if one were brave enough to say no; how could they be so humble in the world we know today? Lets all watch the news and see, shall we?
We are destiny’s glutton for amusement. We will always prefer to take that path that leads us to the most glory. But can we resist it? That becomes the question most asked far after we’ve done the deed. Some of us, and I mean few of us, will run from such choices. Preferring to live in a time where right and wrong was simple and clearly defined. But more often than not, those few will be doing so because they have done the shallow deed of glory once or twice before.
But living life is full of these temptations of the ostracized persona. In times long since forgotten, all you needed was a good idea to receive that long awaited cheer of glory. In modern times, a good idea will end your career if presented to a superior paycheck. So now we sit silent, wishing we had the ear of those whom we would perceive rule our lives. Individuals whom were once like us… desperately waiting for a glorious break in the drab life of a subservient mind. But have they really broken free of it if they can’t simply listen?
In the end, we will all glamorize our days. Telling glorious tales of great moments in time that we could only hope had unraveled the way we tell the tale. Or could we just tell an honest tale? A tale of someone who lived in these times and knew their wondrous ideas would be silenced by those whom desired the glory for themselves and feared changes in the life that they could some day call glorious.
How will you tell your tales?
“I would like nothing more than to have a huge publishing company read this and ask to release the many books I’ve written on my own terms.”
So often there’s nothing like curling up around a good book. I suspected that you were a writer of some sort. And I also don’t have much respect for our current modern publishing system. I know enough about you by now to know that I wish to read any of your works, the published–but likely even more so–the ones that were refused (it’s been my experience that some of the most important works have been among these).
How do you suggest I go about this? I agree to pay for the fruits of your labor irregardless of what a publishing company’s motives and opinions. Shipping, costs, time and expenses, give it to me straight, what would make it worth your while to do this?
Then assuming you’re game, what choices are there for us?