Karma’s Burning
Things are different. Things have changed. Not surprisingly, I guess, so have I.
I’ve taken two months away from writing, not having even thought about picking up a pen. Last I saw my camera was holstered in the corner collecting dust and spider webs. I have no immediate travel plans and I’m back in Seattle to stay, for a little while at least. With two months worth of reflection at my disposal, I’ve had the opportunity to put the bulk of my travels into some relevant context and I keep coming back to the same central themes.
I’m convinced my travel site pushed my personal boundaries. My thought process, my creativity, my artistic acuity, my writing, sketching and photography were all nurtured by my last site. It helped to outline the frequent thoughts and ideas I had fermenting inside, serving as an outlet for my own stylistic forms of expression. As the days turned from weeks to months and then into a year, the passing of time culminated in the realization that expression had become a vital component in my life. A component that was here to stay.
After a few months offline sorting the particulars, I felt it was the appropriate time to bring back the vicarious vigor, the tasty lick-smacking rant-infested discourse back to the world wide web. With my new site I’m giving myself the opportunity to elaborate on the ideas and seeds that I hit upon while on the road. I’ve realized how ever-changing and ever-evolving life is and my intentions are to further that ever-ness. To foster what began on the road and to push the boundaries further and further from the ordinary. The boundaries of perception and truth. The boundaries of true happiness. The boundaries of true fulfillment in life. The boundaries of expression. The boundaries of being one with myself.
My last website dealt with this theme a little bit and I feel that this site, black clover, will be a continuation of that. Of fucking with the perception and parameters of what a meaningful life entails and, keeping with the theme of expression, the idea that each individual has distinctive elements of character, an inner calling if you will, that is vital to foster along. The concept of taking personal expression and unfettered emotion from within and having to consciously decide how to act upon it accordingly is a day to day struggle on my part. It’s something I fight with every single day. In part because for me to remain true to myself my expression must be in accordance with positive energy, with strokes of compassion and bustles of truth, and, at the end of the day, in accordance with who I am, where I am and where it is that I need to be. A feat certainly easier said than done. But it’s a feat that is all a part of the journey, in the end, making the ride that much sweeter.
I now begin another journey in life with a new job, a new outlook and this, my new web site. The table is now set. The candles are light. Dinner is served. And I’m as hungry as ever. But fuck all the clichés. Let’s have fun with this one.
True to the road and travel that inspired it, this is blackclover.