Play

Among other things, skiing to me is play.

Everything is made fun, as a little one, by the use of imagination. I used to look out the bus window on the way to school. I would imagine myself, running alongside, dodging and leaping, faster and higher than humanly possible. These imaginations seems to hold a gentle, kind of friendly significance. 

That kind of imagination, though a grand part of a young persons life, has less impact as we age. Mostly lost as unexpressed thought or hidden away in the depths of memory.

Now, I cant help but feel that so many aspects of life have significance in a more forceful adversarial way. Money particularly forces significance upon us. Its imaginary, useful, but appears empty and without any intrinsic significance.

Necessarily significant: Money, budget, work.

Voluntarily significant: Skis, climbing gear, worry, ...

Intrinsically significant: sunshine, birdsong, rocks, waves, friends, rest, play...

Where does Imagination fall? What about adventure and risk?

Thanks Luke, for the images. And Luke, Betsy and Adri for being significant (read: Awesome!)

Introduction:

I have to wonder how this will turn out. Will I be able to look back at this journal and just feel good about the memories or will it seem like a waste of time or worse, a detriment. 

More and more I feel like technology threatens my conscious experiences and abilities and so I have to wonder a bit what I will gain from this. I have to admit that some of this is motivated by a fear of forgetting. I'd like to think ego plays only a small role but then why should I not keep these memories to my self?

Blogging makes me more uncomfortable the more I think about it but I'll give it a go and see where it takes me.