I can't sit still.
A friend of mine from college wrote to me the other day, stating how he has been inspired to take on new challenges in his life, and that my blog has in part helped him do so. Kind thanks to you friend; your words made this little writer very happy. They also inspired me, as I drove to Buffalo for Labor Day weekend, to write. Almost as soon as I finished reading your note, this concept rushed into the forefront of my mind. Addict of new beginnings.
In the midst of your pursuit, are you pleased with your present journey?
While on the road less traveled, albeit a great one, do you regard it as great, as is, without much need to tweak it?
Do you understand the balance between pursuit and retreat and the ground in between called “as is”?
While engaging my journey and fox trotting with the practicality of living my dreams, I find my mind is elsewhere, conjuring up the next big adventure to a point of restlessness.
But hadn’t we just begun this one?
Addict of new beginnings.
Oh how I love to start things!
Relationships, businesses, friendships, cooking, fill.in.the.blank.here.
But how can one seek greatness, and I do not mean greatness in the way that the western world in the U.S of A. may perceive it, if no time or sweat is invested nurturing that journey Yes. Notice how I use the word invested. That is exactly what it is.
Many of us seek new adventures compulsively, mistaking this act for growth or adventure. Addicted to the rush and thrill of the new. But for the addict of new beginnings, it is restlessness, fear and fleet. Some may travel to new countries; others to new jobs or some may still be in college, wondering when they can just start their new job already (9-5 is not glamorous kid). An addict of anything seeks out the hit, their addiction, and as soon as it’s conquered, they are instantaneously in search for the next.
Did they enjoy the bliss they slaved for?
Friends lost because you grow tired of them too quickly.
Experiences cut short of sweetness that can only come with maturity, because of your impatience.
You are robbed of the very experience you seek and in essence self-destruct.
In the book Letters of a Stoic, author and Stoicist Seneca warns of the man who travels too often, stating he has no real friends; he has no roots. A tree cannot withstand the winds of a storm with shallow roots, nor can a man withstand the adversity of life, without a deep-rooted richness.
Addicts of new beginnings grow tired with similar surroundings for too long. Time frames debatable, ranging from seconds to weeks to years, they flee. They feel itchy, their mind elsewhere from their physical body as they are search for what’s next. Just as any other addict would. They do not only grow tired with their physical surroundings, but with the people in it. “New,” they say, “Newness is what I need.” So they begin their search yet again, a search that never really stopped, but was only temporarily subdued by their recent change. The people in their lives change, just as the places in their lives do. This is not to be confused, however, with the natural order of life, where people will come and go. With addicts there is no longevity of friendship and as much as the addict seeks change, he deep down seeks order and security.
But are they mutually exclusive?
Can you have change and still maintain a sense of security.
I think so, but I’ve digressed.
There is something to be said for effort and stamina. For those of you adventuring through life, do not mistake this article as a warning against travel and new experiences. They are phenomenal gems of this life. I warn only against the inability to keep your feet from running.
Addicts of new beginnings.
I began here, but my heart dreamt of elsewhere.
Elsewhere it went, but there soon followed.
My heart in search, my mind in frenzy.
My soul, an immigrant.
Freedom lies in the present.
But me soul remains chained to the past.