7/24/08

Rambling

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like the fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars......Jack Kerouac penned these fantastic words in his book, ON THE ROAD.

Coming back from Colorado every year is a big huge low for me. I find it hard to see alot reason here after spending time in such a pristine place. I want to walk down to the river to cool off, I want low humidity, I want my roads to made of dirt, I want to be able to get up high, above tree line, where I can see a world with no buildings. I want my friends to be more interested in relationships and experience than work, work, work.....but mostly I want my girl back home, I need my girl back home. If she doesn't get back soon, I might not make it. I see why so many people (including myself) drink so much from time to time around here. It's a good way of dulling the reality of things.

There are so many things I still want to do. God, there is so much out there.

Dylan knew when he sang, 'I'm stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again.'

I hear ya Bob.

3 comments:

Larry said...

Billy: This past year is when I woke up. Now, I'm beginning to live my life on my terms. There are people around me who think I am crazy. But, the more I live nowadays, the more I realize the possibilities that are out there. It's as if I walked through a door and was blown away by what I saw. Endless opportunity to experience all this life has to offer. My biggest fear is not enough time and way more things to do. I'm like a kid in a candy store. And, to live next to a cool river, nothing but dirt roads, and views above treeline. That would be a dream. Maybe, someday. I'm just happy I get to experience life this way, because living with my eyes closed would be a tragic waste of living. Bob is a great man. He's not from my generation but my mom brought me up on him. Brings back a lot of good memories of lazy weekend afternoons when she would spin the vinyl all day long. Hang in there man! -Larry

mike burke said...

the views are right there in your mind. Hold onto them till you and the mountains meet again.

You know she is on her way so live life to the fullest while you can, Passionate Man!!

Mike

I am a runner. "We are what we repeatedly do" said...

Nothing like the low post ultra to remind us of how great the high is. Perspective I suppose. The hormones have to return to a normal state. sucks for a good 10-14 days for me. Just begining to climb out now. And as ultras go hardrock is the highest of the highs. The land is simple, real, true, and the people there too.

Make your work fun...or find new work. Good luck and enjy the AT adventure that awaits!
greg