Nothing is static

Chuck Palahniuk wrote, "Someday I'd be dead without a scar and there would be a really nice condo and a car. Really, really nice until the dust settled or the next owner. Nothing is static."

Getting laid off didn't frighten me. Being unemployed doesn't frighten me. It wasn't a death penalty, it was a commuted life sentence. It was freedom. The cross-country drive I am about to undertake is something a number of people don't understand. They question my reasons for it, ask why I don't take a plane.

It's the journey. The act of doing something. There's also the time I will have to myself. There are a lot of questions I need to ask myself. There are a lot of pieces of me that still lie broken upon the floor. I need time, without interruption, to look at these pieces, to dust them off and file them down and to fit them back into myself.

I will never be complete. There will always be more to experience and more to see. There is also one more person to talk to and one more laugh to share. There is love without end that must be shared. There are smiles to cause and sorrows to comfort.

I came to a realization today while observing a few people engaging in corporate shenanigans -- I live my life with the only goal being that I enrich the lives of others. Certainly, I have some private goals, as all mammals do, but at the end of my run I hope that those I am surrounded myself with are better off for having known me.

That idea is wrapped up in my reasoning for the trip as well. I need to be stronger for others. Physician, heal thyself. I strive to improve my understanding of myself so that I might better help others.