Somewhere along the way we traded in for comfort.
Growing up, my imagination, which was usually shared with my closest cousin (brother), led us on all kinds of adventures. I remember an old abandoned trestle behind our house. This is where our imagination seemed to roam free the most. One day, we’d be explorers using whatever we could get our hands on to lacerate any bush in our way. The next day, we’d be hopping from garage roof to garage roof as stealthy as possible. Probably because we just watched some movie that involved some characters doing the same. We were funny like that. We never really needed to know where a path was going to lead us. Most of the time we created our own path.
I recall one time we may have been a little too ambitious with our exploring and got into some poison ivy. Surprisingly, my cousin had a feeling it was, but I shut him down like any other ego-driven older brother would. We started the first two weeks of that summer caked in calamine lotion. My little bro was wise beyond his years and still very much is. I should’ve listened to him.
But in no time, we were back behind the house exploring once again. Our curiosity never really let us down as far as entertainment was concerned. We accepted any challenge! Adventure was always at the forefront of our thoughts. It may have gotten us into trouble sometimes, but I don’t really remember those particular times. What I do remember is the fun, the laughs, and the hairball moments that made us feel alive.
Somewhere along the way we became more serious. Played it more safe. Somewhere along the way we needed to know where the path was going to lead us. You know how this goes: college, marriage, careers, kids, car notes, etc.
Though I know this is a part of growing up, I really miss the rebel. I miss the explorer. I miss the adventurer. I miss the wondrous kid that I know is still somewhere inside of me. I’ve oppressed this kid. I’ve shoved him deep down into a chest somewhere with all the rest of my toys.
Somewhere along the way, many of us, including me, let the environment dictate our next adventure. Yes, we choose our own paths, but for some of us, we do this within the constraints of what we think we’re supposed to do. Somewhere along the way we reel in the excitement and curiosity and cast out a line for comfort and security.
This might be ok for some and I can totally respect that if that is what brings them joy.
I’ll be straight forward with you. Comfort, calculated steps and sometimes security scare the shit out of me. How about you?
Maybe we should start trusting that inner voice again. The one that didn’t always need to know where the path was going to lead to, but believed it would be fine if not, great on the other side.
How often do we say no because we are unsure of what it would look like or what might happen? I know I say no a little more than I would like to. I know I probably cater to the needs of others to the point I stop feeding my own needs to satisfy the curiosity of my inner adventurer.
When do we start saying yes? What good might come of that? Who knows? We’ll only know after we say yes and answer the call to adventure. It could be a big adventure, maybe even scare us a bit, or it could be a small adventure, one that reminds us that life can still be fun regardless of how old we are.
I’m not saying we should ditch out on our responsibilities. We’re adults and yes, we have responsibilities, so by all means, let’s handle our bizz!
But we don’t always need to overcomplicate life. Have a little fun. Answer the call. Say yes. I read somewhere that pure logic is the ruin of the spirit. Let’s not let it ruin ours.
~ Stephen A. Diamond ,Ph. D.