De-Railed
December 13th 2006 11:01
a train de-railed in Australia today. No one was hurt. We should all be so lucky.
I reckon everyday a train (of some sort) de-rails. for many its the metaphoric train of life that spins off the tracks, and usually someone ends up worse for the wear (though we certainly don't always heed the warnings or even learn our lesson.) Nicole Richie seems to be on a bit of a de-rail.
Driving the wrong way down the freeway? That's not just stupid its actually HARD to do. I imagine that's not just de-railing, its a cry for help! It take a bit more than vicodin and some marijuana to accomplish that feat, i recokon.
And the saddest part is, she's probably not learning a damn thing. I mean, this is a girl who has already had a shaky driving record involving drugs (in fact, if i'm not mistaken she was pulled over and caught with heroin prior (immediatley prior) to her stint in rehab). So what? She's gonna check herself in to the Betty Ford and go through the motions of sobering up and eating some food? And then what? She'll rejoin the hollywood glitz and glammer, realize she is not slender (read anorexic) enough to be on the top of the top and she'll resort to drugs and eating disorders to make her feel as though she fits again. This is tragic, absolutley tragic.
To diverge for a moment...
My religious upbringing was interesting, to say the least. I am part of a traditional religion, my whole family is, but it was second to a family philosophy. In truth, i was raised on the religion of "self-evolution." Blasphemer you say! Ok fine, religion might confuse the fanatics amongst you, its a theory, really (as all religions are...) and its a framework. Through the principles of self-evolution i learned to revere the changes that are imminent, necessary, and occuring to my identity, all the time. I not only learned to revere these changes, i learned to root them in causes. What events led to the change, what events caused it, necessitated it, put me in a place where I could allow it, stand for it, embrace it?
The truest thing I know is that we are bound to be disrupted in our chosen course. It is inevitable and it is better to walk forward knowing what the path was behind us, but with our eyes ever-burning, turned clearly to what is in front of us. Learning a lesson here and there, remembering it, honoring it, holding it close to us, allowing the circumstances to wash-over us, re-baptize us with the waters of who we now must be is the only truth there is. Can you stand it? Stand to let yourself be thrown off course and plot new, ever-more exciting courses? Blaze trails you never wanted to tread down, create dreams and visions that suit the experiences you've had not the ones you imagined? Despite all the celebrity gossip that goes around (and there is tons, and it is entertaining) I think its actually quite sad for Ms. Richie. For her and all the others who never learn their lesson, never let the lesson take root I am sad. For those looking for an easy way to remember, a cliched statement around which to begin to absorb the weight, gravity, depth, breadth, exhilirating feelings of allowing yourself to be true to the moments that created you, remember this:
If you get a chance--take it. If it changes your life--LET IT. No one ever said it was easy. They only said it was worth it.
I reckon everyday a train (of some sort) de-rails. for many its the metaphoric train of life that spins off the tracks, and usually someone ends up worse for the wear (though we certainly don't always heed the warnings or even learn our lesson.) Nicole Richie seems to be on a bit of a de-rail.
Driving the wrong way down the freeway? That's not just stupid its actually HARD to do. I imagine that's not just de-railing, its a cry for help! It take a bit more than vicodin and some marijuana to accomplish that feat, i recokon.
And the saddest part is, she's probably not learning a damn thing. I mean, this is a girl who has already had a shaky driving record involving drugs (in fact, if i'm not mistaken she was pulled over and caught with heroin prior (immediatley prior) to her stint in rehab). So what? She's gonna check herself in to the Betty Ford and go through the motions of sobering up and eating some food? And then what? She'll rejoin the hollywood glitz and glammer, realize she is not slender (read anorexic) enough to be on the top of the top and she'll resort to drugs and eating disorders to make her feel as though she fits again. This is tragic, absolutley tragic.
To diverge for a moment...
My religious upbringing was interesting, to say the least. I am part of a traditional religion, my whole family is, but it was second to a family philosophy. In truth, i was raised on the religion of "self-evolution." Blasphemer you say! Ok fine, religion might confuse the fanatics amongst you, its a theory, really (as all religions are...) and its a framework. Through the principles of self-evolution i learned to revere the changes that are imminent, necessary, and occuring to my identity, all the time. I not only learned to revere these changes, i learned to root them in causes. What events led to the change, what events caused it, necessitated it, put me in a place where I could allow it, stand for it, embrace it?
The truest thing I know is that we are bound to be disrupted in our chosen course. It is inevitable and it is better to walk forward knowing what the path was behind us, but with our eyes ever-burning, turned clearly to what is in front of us. Learning a lesson here and there, remembering it, honoring it, holding it close to us, allowing the circumstances to wash-over us, re-baptize us with the waters of who we now must be is the only truth there is. Can you stand it? Stand to let yourself be thrown off course and plot new, ever-more exciting courses? Blaze trails you never wanted to tread down, create dreams and visions that suit the experiences you've had not the ones you imagined? Despite all the celebrity gossip that goes around (and there is tons, and it is entertaining) I think its actually quite sad for Ms. Richie. For her and all the others who never learn their lesson, never let the lesson take root I am sad. For those looking for an easy way to remember, a cliched statement around which to begin to absorb the weight, gravity, depth, breadth, exhilirating feelings of allowing yourself to be true to the moments that created you, remember this:
If you get a chance--take it. If it changes your life--LET IT. No one ever said it was easy. They only said it was worth it.
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