Find It at a Medium Pace
Why is it that perceptions of discovery usually revolve around far-away make-believe lands with a history insignificant to a western context? You pack up your Heys 360 spin-wheeler to the brim and hustle to the airport to get on a flight where you fasten your seatbelt, eat your shitty meal, then put your seatbelt back on for landing. You land, and walk out to finally breathe in a deep hit of the foreign air as amorphous aromas spin in your skull. A new sun greets you. Combined with the wind it can polish or chisel you, either way you hold your chin high to let your skin breathe it in.
But before you can light a cigarette, you’re being hurried off to the terminal, a glorified super-pet rodent cage. You rush to allocate weaving in between families, friends, and PDA popularized in shitty romantic comedies. You stand staring impatiently at the luggage track for your 360 spinner bag; find it on its first rotation, then wheel your way back through the crowd.
It seems the more beautiful and exotic the locale, the more security is necessary to keep you away from the dangers that accompany that beauty. You are hurried into cars that bring you to resorts with various star qualities, with beautiful stone work and heavy steel fences lined with barbed wire. You unpack, kick back, relax. You hit the open bar hard, and lay comfortably on a scarce section of beach with a beautiful backdrop.
But where is the journey in all of this? You can’t discover something new if it’s been pre-packaged in a specialty offer; discovery comes about from a profound realization of things as the way they are, which in turn alters the way that you come to see and interpret those same things. You don’t need to be in a far away fantasy land to discover; in a tireless disconnected workabilly-ideological perspective, discoveries of great personal significance can slip through our figurative fingers. We walk past something new every day and for the most part are oblivious to discovery’s significance. Discover love. Discover compassion, art, nature, something, anything.
It is integral to our growth as human beings that we understand and interperet the particular corner of the world we occupy. Without a conscious attempt to discover the beautiful subtleties life offers, it becomes more difficult to find refuge in times when discoveries bring sorrow and pain. You’re a proverbial tree whose roots grow from beautiful life discoveries with storms lurking somewhere off on the horizon.