One of the more preeminent things on a persons mind is mortality. Will I live long enough to produce children? Will my children have their own progeny? Will my existence on this planet be a success? Do I feel I’ve lived a good life? By what measure do I evaluate my success?
The innumerable questions pile on and on and repeat ad nauseam. The unfortunate reality is that we have no true benchmark of our successes as human beings. We are gauged by a social barometer that evaluates us in a manner not conducive to practical emotion. Our parents either sell us dreams of incalculable success, or neglect us to the end of abject failure. Those in between might be doomed to perpetual questioning or continuous self-searching, never truly satisfied with the world at hand.
And most unfortunately, we face the persistent reality that we are dying. After around age 25, our physical bodies cease progress. We fail to be young anymore. We fail to maintain a fire capable of intense immolation. I look in the mirror and pluck strands of failure from my skull. I wish that my youthful virility would propel me to the expectations formulated in my teens. The visage in the mirror will not be recalled by the progenitor that I feel inside of me. The grey strands of my passing years belie the fire that rages inside.
With great melancholy we witness our own deterioration. With impending doom do we tip toe through our shortening days. I at one point felt the future incalculable. And now feel the accelerations of minutia. At best my hairline resists receding and my muscle structure maintains a palpable fortitude.
There is a terrific sadness in our decaying world.
To try to keep it together i proffer these simple musings
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1E7tz0zRlpE
Lgunitas Sucks – A brew that has been compared to the majesty of Hopslam and even compared head to head against maharaja and double trouble. Those familiar will recognize three world class double ipas. As I am a very strong supporter of Lagunitas I agree with the arena this has been thrown into. However, and contrary to many beer advocate reviews, I will say this is slightly subpar. Delicious, yes. Superior to Hopslam? No way. Though the sardonic choice of label makes me half-smirk, I deem this a pretty cool IPA. 7.5/10
Humbly yours,
J
. . . evoking roaring, thunderous flames in the furnace of emotions from ‘the fire that rages inside.’ I’m reminded of the classic book, “Man’s Search for Meaning,” by Victor Frankl, from which these quotes are derived:
“When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.” and
“Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”