to a friend.
You`ve lived a relatively narrow life, a vertical rather than a horizontal existence. So it isn`t any too difficult to understand why you seem to feel the way you do. But a man who procrastinates in his CHOOSING will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.
So if you now number yourself among the disenchanted, then you have no choice but to accept things the way they are, or to seriously seek something else. But beware looking for goals: look for a way of life. Decide what you want to do to live, then see what you can do to make a living within that way of life. But you say, “I don`t know where to look; I don`t know what to look for.”
And there`s the crux. Is it worth giving up what I have to look for something better? I don`t know — is it? Who can make that decision but you? But even by DECIDING TO LOOK, you go a long way towards making the choice.
If I don`t call this to a halt, I`m going to find myself writing a book. I hope it`s not as confusing as it looks at first glance. keep in mind, of course, that this is MY WAY of looking at things. I happen to think it`s pretty generally applicable, but you may not. Each of us has to create our own credo — this merely happens to be mine.
If any part of it doesn`t seem to make sense, by all means call it to my attention. I`m not trying to send you out ” on the road ” in search of Valhalla, but merely pointing out it is not necessary to accept the choices handed down to you by life as you know it. There is more to it than that — no one HAS to do something he doesn`t want to do for the rest of his life. But the again, if that`s what you wind up doing, by all means convince yourself you HAD to do it. You`ll have lots of company.
Hunter S. Thompson is one of my favourite writers, not just because he was a damn good one, but because he simply didn`t give a fuck. He plowed his own course, made his decisions, and lived the life he wanted. He`s telling this guy exactly what life boils down to: you do it your way, or you serve the Man as slave and lap dog. If you walk your own road, you`re going to find society isn`t going to take it sitting down: one thing the human hive dislikes is someone sticking their neck above the parapet and daring to be different. Spell, “different” as “difficult.” And Hunter S. Thompson was both. He poses an interesting philosophical point here: Free Choice, as opposed – to what? Is our life preordained by our character, even though we appear to have free will to choose? By the time a thought/choice pops up in our heads, the mind has already subconsciously made that choice for us several seconds previously; so, you appear to have free choice even if your choice is preordained. Of course, we could go round in circles ad infintum, that`s what makes philosophy so extraordinary; it puts the mind through extreme gymnastic contortions, making us think for ourselves……..But then again, are we? Who really knows what goes on inside our heads? The mind of Hunter S. Thompson was an extraordinary piece of work which lives on after his physical demise. For that we should truly be grateful. He lived his own life.
We are not worthy.