When filling out an application the other day, Steve said sort of seriously, “but wait, really, I kind of am like a migrant worker,” when attempting to respond to that question in all honesty. Being somewhat nomadic can be frustrating because you do not lay down roots for too long in any one place but it is also a grand opportunity to meet incredible amounts of, well, incredible people. You live with people for six months or maybe you work with them for a year and if you are being really realistic, there is a chance that you could never see them again. At a presentation the other day an idea of Aristotle’s really caught my attention; his idea was that the things of most worth are those that seem to be most meaningless. Immediately I thought of all of those things we do together that are for no real purpose in the grand scheme of things. Rock climbing, cruising down a river, and good old fashioned front porch sittin’ don’t achieve anything tangible, they don’t create anything you can touch or make money off of. But could be considered by some or even most to be of the highest importance. Why? Because they are what bring us together and solidify the bond of friendship. Its what makes you stay in touch with old friends and infinitely excited to meet new people; inviting them into your adventure. I don’t think there is a formula for staying in touch or for meeting new people. It all lies in being yourself and being generous with yourself whether it be in calling up an old friend to catch up and reminisce or striking up conversation with a new friend.
January 9th, 2012 at 2:14 pm
Love this, I’ll gladly come with.