This cold weather provokes a lot of thinking. As I ponder the year that has passed me by, I think a lot about how my focus and motivation has shifted a great deal more than anything else. In fact that is what consumes my mind the most. A whole three-hundred-sixty-and-something days ago I was mostly interested in what new shoes or jackets I could get that could make me look good that might help me be a little more *popular*. Now I just want to find the warmest shoes and jackets but then again even the best won't give me the comfort I need.
Come summer time I had a phase where I was convinced I was going to live off self sufficiency alone, that me and myself alone was the key to finding happiness. I learned a great many new skills and tips and tricks and facts and ideas and beliefs that I truly thought could fly me to Paris. I figured out the hard way it takes more than one person to pilot a plane, and if you want to get to Paris, you need a skilled crew of trusted friends. Of nakama. Now, nakama is a Japanese word for friend but more of like a trusted comrade that you would be willing to risk it all for. Someone that is with you on your journey.
This year I stopped trying to make friends. I set out to sail the seas and find my nakama. Somewhere along the voyage I discovered Insolence, and he my first mate. He has given me courage, audacity, sarcasm, perspective, assertiveness, and a little brashness to balance things out. A true nakama.
I believe the rest of my crew knows who they are, as it is not easy to be a nakama of someone. Though I think I need some more before taking on the world, as it is no simple ordeal. Our destination is Paris with the wind at our backs to get us there. We follow the stars because they are more beautiful than any map and softer than any compass.
Still thinking back it never fails to amaze me how much I need others. Truly need others. The way I am drawn to those people with a whole world in their eyes and magic in their hearts. The way I want to stay beside them like a good fireplace.
The way I can't seem to figure out if what brings me to you is the light of your flames or the warmth of your embers.
- Your captain, Insolence is Bliss