These are the themes in my little swirling galaxy.
Currently, in my head, are a million different ways of doing a million different things.
I see faces and I hear their words.
I think that’s what I feel most.
Not necessarily from these people, but what I put upon myself.
The pressure to be the best and make the best choices. Or at least to keep getting better. I know this in itself sounds troublesome to you. But in my line of work, if I wish to succeed and be better, I have to keep practicing.
This is a reason as to why I cook so often for my friends and why I push myself. I don’t have the luxury of a professional institute training me how to do things. I don’t know anything about business. I’ve taught myself everything.
So that pressure. It’s not always bad. It continues to push me beyond my own boundaries, where I know if I wanted to stay in my room all day, I could.
But I can’t. And I won’t.
This galaxy, that is swirling constantly, is pulling in and slinging out all sorts of jetsam and flotsam.
Daily, I am digesting new information and recycling ideas with each new day that I find myself staring into some oblivion, hoping to connect the dots at some point.
Like stars they are, floating in a great mystery. So many tiny dots — like bulbs lighting up the darkest of spaces.
I am aware there’s a common theme to what I’ve been writing lately. A lot of “I don’t know what I’m doing and where I’m going”, and bits and pieces about food and how it relates to all of this.
I suppose that is what this time in my life is about. I know better than to act on a day thought. Sleeping on ideas and words are often better than me making a quick life decision. I realize that life is about failing too, and people keep saying that it’s okay to fail, but that also seems really stressful. Many of us are in this boat.
It’s a very large boat.
I will do as I always do. I’ll try my best to hold loosely to my loves. My friends. My family. Their lives will change. I will maybe fall in love. I might move away again. I can guarantee you food will still be very important. Nothing seems to be very permanent, except cheeseburgers.
But alas, I put my hope in much higher things than cheeseburgers.
I put it in today and tomorrow. In people. In feeding their bellies and watching them raise their kids.
I say thanks to it all, for the tiny galaxy that consumes and moves and transforms,
and the mystery we’re all floating towards.
2 responses to “dots”
This spoke to my heart, as always. Thank you for sharing your heart and mind, Josh Casper; even when life seems maybe a little undefined or indescribable, you always seem to find the perfect words that describe your beautiful world.
Sounds like you’re learning your process. I’ve been thinking a lot about that word for the past year or so. We all process things differently … our life journeys’ are processes … when we understand the process, we can accomplish our dreams. Even finding our process is a process! Enjoy the journey, Josh! And thanks for sharing it with us, too.