Wainwright and I left for the airport this morning around 5 am. The drive was pretty smooth, as was the way back towards work. It was strange to see him leave the USA, as neither of us know when he'll be back, if at all.
The surreal nature of travel these days is compounded by the fact that one could get on a plane and in less than 24 hours they could be in another part of the world. In said world there is a new or different culture and language, which may be significantly different than the traveler's own place of origin.
I couldn't help feeling a sense of fleeting loss. Even though he left, I did nothing but wonder about my own experiences with travel and the absence of celebration. I've always felt a journey and the method in which one conducts such journey is extremely important. These ideas came to me while I attempted for the 6th time this morning to get my Soul music CD to work in the car. The silk voice of Teddy Pendergrass and the open reflection on one's own pain made me realize that even the absence of celebration, or loss of such, if reflected upon it will accommodate an affirmation of the importance of such. In basic terms, if one things about loss and is moved, there is some sort of value, either good or bad. The ability to recognize loss in itself is a good thing. The contents of the loss on its own are open to debate.
The surreal nature of travel these days is compounded by the fact that one could get on a plane and in less than 24 hours they could be in another part of the world. In said world there is a new or different culture and language, which may be significantly different than the traveler's own place of origin.
I couldn't help feeling a sense of fleeting loss. Even though he left, I did nothing but wonder about my own experiences with travel and the absence of celebration. I've always felt a journey and the method in which one conducts such journey is extremely important. These ideas came to me while I attempted for the 6th time this morning to get my Soul music CD to work in the car. The silk voice of Teddy Pendergrass and the open reflection on one's own pain made me realize that even the absence of celebration, or loss of such, if reflected upon it will accommodate an affirmation of the importance of such. In basic terms, if one things about loss and is moved, there is some sort of value, either good or bad. The ability to recognize loss in itself is a good thing. The contents of the loss on its own are open to debate.
A man, estranged from his wife and slowly distancing himself from his friends, wonders about what went wrong. With the exception of work, everything falls apart. He does not care, since he invests no time in anything that does not compliment or affirm his own work. To him, the work affirms his success. When he was finished and retired, he had great pride from his work experiences. Yet although he felt as if the work itself embodied himself: he never realized that the process only allowed for him to lose his identity. There was nothing spiritual or uplifting in this man, only the negation of himself and his own vanity. He never needed a name, and due to his pride in his work, his eyes told him that no one else needed one either.
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