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Neither of us knew what to expect this day when we trotted out on the ice sheet down our driveway. The weather here is usually pretty tame, but we quickly realized the pain of driving snow on the eyeballs at forty miles per hours. When I stopped to shoot this video, it was probably near -6 degrees. No one else was outside. Damn that was fun.
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy
He who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise
What are we really capable of, and do we even know?
Since becoming aware of how negative I was, I have done a lot of thinking about the origin of the cynical and pessimistic. Does the perspective begin with comparison? Is it cultural? Or is it simply human nature? I’m still unsure. But, the consideration of obstacles must not be ubiquitous, or else who among us would excel?
I don’t think a day goes by when we don’t in some way talk on this subject. Parenting in particular helps us remain aware of how lazy we have all become to things that really matter. Detachment helps. So does just going the hell outside.