Damn the Clothes

As one travels down the road of continual madness and endless distractions, we must understand that an interruption is needed to alter the directional forwardness. A revolution, a revolt, a mutiny aimed at the ordinary. Without dramatic radical alteration, we find ourselves, in the not too distant future, waking up from this zombielike fog, too late to show the world who we are, too late to enjoy our time in the sun, too late to do our thing. There is no profile for the Kingfish Way, only a slightly opened door waiting to be kicked in. And, that door, oh that precious door, will lead you out of the ordinary, and into the stunning. Live my child, live with reckless abandon, go to the beach, and damn the clothes.

If You Could, Would You?

Over the weekend, I listened to several “If Only” conversations.   I waded into one of these “bitch sessions” with an oversized soapbox.   The reality of our perceived success depends on the jubilation level of our feistiness. If we want triumphs over all of our desires, then we need OUR Mojo, the spirit of OUR soul.  We need to be on a journey with a destination of OUR choosing.

When people stack up their excuses for the world to see, they are asking for an exoneration, a pardon for their inability to be who they say they can be, so they can feel better about themselves. The tragic part is that we play their game; we forgive them and allow them to live that tedious, dismal, colorless life.  “Furthermore”, I screamed at the group, “most would not pursue their path, even if we tore down that wall of excuses, and that is just sad!”  Finishing with emotion in my voice.

Once they realized I was done, they smiled and asked if I was ready for another beer, and returned to building that wall.