My Own Prison
"My Own Prison"
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison.
Source: Creed
Been a Splinter Since: 1997
Reason: I just watched "Alone in the Wilderness" again. It's an account of the time that Dick Proenneke spent in the Alaskan wilderness at Twin Lakes. I think I've seen it over a hundred times now. I even ordered the DVD and his book. I guess he's a bit of a modern Thoreau except that he was geographically isolated, but he still did all the nature observation stuff that H.D. did. Anyway all this stirred up a memory of a time a few years ago that I was working under my truck during the finest of October days; I remember thinking that it was ridiculous to be a slave to a piece of metal and that my truck had caused me to miss out on enjoying such a nice day. And Tyler Durden confirmed this belief as he states in Fight Club: "the things you own end up owning you". He also said a lot of other cool shit like:
"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
and
"This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time".
Here are some other good ones from him that are worth taking the time to read.
Anyway all this brings me back to the Creed lyric that has been on my mind since 1997ish. Back then it pertained more to some self-inflicted bad relationships I was in. Now, it is definitely my job and mortgage that have me by the balls. Again Tyler: "Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need". I think everyone creates their own prison. I guess I'm jealous that Dick Preonneke actually had the spine to go live off the land in Alaska. In the past, the average hunter/gatherer had to work about 20 hours per week to make a living; the rest of the time you could just look at ants, lounge around or breed, and that's all I want to do for now.
Thoughts/Memories: Blasting this song while at the gym; it was the catalyst for telling her "that's the way it am bitch".
Imagery: Below.
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison.
Source: Creed
Been a Splinter Since: 1997
Reason: I just watched "Alone in the Wilderness" again. It's an account of the time that Dick Proenneke spent in the Alaskan wilderness at Twin Lakes. I think I've seen it over a hundred times now. I even ordered the DVD and his book. I guess he's a bit of a modern Thoreau except that he was geographically isolated, but he still did all the nature observation stuff that H.D. did. Anyway all this stirred up a memory of a time a few years ago that I was working under my truck during the finest of October days; I remember thinking that it was ridiculous to be a slave to a piece of metal and that my truck had caused me to miss out on enjoying such a nice day. And Tyler Durden confirmed this belief as he states in Fight Club: "the things you own end up owning you". He also said a lot of other cool shit like:
"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
and
"This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time".
Here are some other good ones from him that are worth taking the time to read.
Anyway all this brings me back to the Creed lyric that has been on my mind since 1997ish. Back then it pertained more to some self-inflicted bad relationships I was in. Now, it is definitely my job and mortgage that have me by the balls. Again Tyler: "Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need". I think everyone creates their own prison. I guess I'm jealous that Dick Preonneke actually had the spine to go live off the land in Alaska. In the past, the average hunter/gatherer had to work about 20 hours per week to make a living; the rest of the time you could just look at ants, lounge around or breed, and that's all I want to do for now.
Thoughts/Memories: Blasting this song while at the gym; it was the catalyst for telling her "that's the way it am bitch".
Imagery: Below.
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