"It's about not being oppressed by time, not being oppressed by the idea of the journey; that life begins here and ends over here.
So you grant yourself a little bit of freedom in the moment. You allow yourself the privilege of spontaneity.
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If you aren't governed by fear, you can live truthfully and you can find a kind of beauty. But if you're inhibited and fearful, you will live a prescriptive existence. But, like, once you get beyond the hedonistic first impulse of that philosophy, you find that you need to focus on something wider, more permanent and beautiful and valuable.
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That's what I've learned, and I kind of think 'I want to do something worthwhile.'"
-Russell Brand on his Jack Kerouac journey experiences.
So you grant yourself a little bit of freedom in the moment. You allow yourself the privilege of spontaneity.
~
If you aren't governed by fear, you can live truthfully and you can find a kind of beauty. But if you're inhibited and fearful, you will live a prescriptive existence. But, like, once you get beyond the hedonistic first impulse of that philosophy, you find that you need to focus on something wider, more permanent and beautiful and valuable.
~
That's what I've learned, and I kind of think 'I want to do something worthwhile.'"
-Russell Brand on his Jack Kerouac journey experiences.
It's been said before, let's not be kip around the facts here. People, forever, have been on journeys to find themselves and come out saying similar things. But there is something unique about this particular example which I can't quite pinpoint. I don't know whether it is because Brand, a man of total hedonism and debauchery appears to be having something of a spiritual experience that is genuine. It's entirely reasonable to think that is the cause.
I just can't be sure - I've spent all day writing an essay and, in hindsight, that is prescribing to the rules of an a-t-b day. I have worried about finishing it on tie and achieving it within the bounds of the other event of the day, but that's madness. I could have left it and finished it at 6 in the morning if I wanted. Or, better still, 4am, when silence reigns and I could be alone with it. Regardless, it's utter arse-gravy as an essay and I shan't be receiving a good mark for it. Still, it's been something of an enemy to be.
I really want to be able to look at a day as just a space of time, not a strict, chronologically-linear sequence. But work always ruins that for me, because I panic about it. "Deadline" - There's a terrifying term. It grabs my attention and ties it to the desk, threatening it with a gun to the back of the head should it move.
I need to remember that I could die at any point. I could fail anything. I could watch all my circumstances change in front of me, and then the sketchbooks and essays and forms would all be void. Irrelevant in a flash. I know they are important to a point, but I've got to stop letting them conquer my lifestyle, because I become miserable company when they do.
'tonm.
xx
Book of the Moment: "The Stars' Tennis Balls" by Stephen Fry, page 210
Song of the Moment: "Helter Skelter" by The Beatles
I just can't be sure - I've spent all day writing an essay and, in hindsight, that is prescribing to the rules of an a-t-b day. I have worried about finishing it on tie and achieving it within the bounds of the other event of the day, but that's madness. I could have left it and finished it at 6 in the morning if I wanted. Or, better still, 4am, when silence reigns and I could be alone with it. Regardless, it's utter arse-gravy as an essay and I shan't be receiving a good mark for it. Still, it's been something of an enemy to be.
I really want to be able to look at a day as just a space of time, not a strict, chronologically-linear sequence. But work always ruins that for me, because I panic about it. "Deadline" - There's a terrifying term. It grabs my attention and ties it to the desk, threatening it with a gun to the back of the head should it move.
I need to remember that I could die at any point. I could fail anything. I could watch all my circumstances change in front of me, and then the sketchbooks and essays and forms would all be void. Irrelevant in a flash. I know they are important to a point, but I've got to stop letting them conquer my lifestyle, because I become miserable company when they do.
'tonm.
xx
Book of the Moment: "The Stars' Tennis Balls" by Stephen Fry, page 210
Song of the Moment: "Helter Skelter" by The Beatles
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