revolutionary seeking revolution

"if you don't stand for something you'll fall for anything"
"if there's nothing you're willing to die for, then what are you living for"

Where's our revolution
Where's our challenge

My biggest fear is that for the rest of my life, there will not be another stimulus that really activates my flight or fight. I have beaten social anxiety, and "one man struggles to meet girls in a new city" is no longer the teaser for the story of the moment.

So we drink. We look for thrill on the mountain. We look to a marathon for a challenge to devote ourself to. We start fights with our loved ones and ourselves, because even us on the peaceful side of mankind still have a deep intrinsic desire for challenge, drama, striving, fighting, feeling.

What we need is a calling. Our strength and ability are begging our idle minds to embrace the cold wind of a real challenge.

And they're out there. Like Kyle's friend who decided that Aids in Africa is the biggest problem facing the world so he fuckin went to africa to lend his hand. It would be nice to have a revolution we could fight for in our free time, but it seems like it's not a viable option at the moment. It seems to require 100% devotion, but I suppose I'll take that route over 10% devotion to a job, anothrt 20 t friends and family and all the rest just sitting there waiting and dying.

Growing up, it was all challenges and growth. The world was an incredible place, and no day went by uneventfully. Everyone around us taught and urged us forward. Now, not so much. We reclined into a couch of our friends, family, routine and responsibilities, and are muscles are getting stiff. I am troubled by the reality that this is not something that can be delayed for long, responsibilites attack the idle, and that's a battle that is difficult to win.