There are times in life when we reach the end of the developed road. There are no maps laying out these uncharted territories, and from here we either turn back or force our own path. Anyone can turn back, and most people do. They go back to what is comfortable, to what is easy. But there are some of us out there who can’t.

If you are like me, then sitting in an office is a one way ticket to an asylum. If you are like me, then the idea of dedicating your life to a career and allowing the means of production to define who you are is a terrifying prospect. You’re in the right place. I hope that we can inspire each other, maybe go on adventures together, or just talk about the not so meaningless parts of life.

On this blog you can expect to find memior-style recollections, satirical musings about the things we take serious that aren’t really all that serious, adventures, and whatever else might just happen to bounce around in my head. The emphasis is on outdoor adventures, and styles of living and value systems that go against the status-quo.

About eight years ago I received a letter from someone for whom I loved very much and it congratulated me on achieving my first year of sobriety, June 06, 2010. It was a handmade card, and God knows how she got this clipping while in jail, but she did, and this is what it said:

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. But the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.” – Jack Kerouac 

I carried this quote in my wallet for seven years, and just recently I found a special place for it on my desk at home.

Cassandra was definitely one of those people, and very much more than I, but her influence on me and the influence of this quote following her departure sent me on an existential journey of questioning accompanied by an utter refusal to settle.

I’ve worked in law, as a carpenter, an electrician, a roofer, a mechanic, a dishwasher, a food prep, a chef, a power washer, a landscaper, an arborist, a climbing guide, managed farmers market stands, a crepe maker, a concrete mason, and I even spent a year doing laundry in a state facility. I’ve been busy, but as soon as I realize that what I’m doing is lacking passion I start to feel like my soul is being sucked out of me and I leave.

I will not do it. I’ve worked hard to get here, and I will not settle for some heinous 9-5 life routine that I hate. I’ve done it. It makes me feel like putting a gun in my mouth. There is more to life than fitting one of the many archetypal citizen roles.

My pursuit is for meaning, and I hope you’ll join me on this endeavor. I think there is a lot to see and even more to learn, and while I can do it alone… deep down I really don’t want to. So let’s roll on out and explore the far edges of our society together. We’ll call it the fringe.

Oh, and, yes, I know that safety is spelled wrong.

2 thoughts on “Safty Third

  1. Awesome shit brother!!! I always travel with my tools just in case I feel like staying somewhere a little longer


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