Yo, my fellow adventurers!
Well, I know many of you aren't reading my blogging, but for those of you who are, sorry for not blogging lately. It's been real much with school, taking driver's license, training, reading, and hobbies, and little room for blogging. I will make a long ramble soon enough, maybe in the morning. For now, let me comment on the little vote I had. That was just to see how many of you that were actually visiting my blog. And fyi, I don't care if you think I ramble, I will keep rambling!!!! Rambling for the world!!!!
...nah, but seriously, I'll try to make my blogs shorter. But once I write something, text just seem to fly away. I guess that's what happens when you like writing, and I certainly do.
I also want to take a bat at my pal Freddie's blog, "Undercover Interpreter". He's the guy interpreting all manner of weird things, like why women are called sluts and men are admired for having sex with many people. Who thinks about that kind of stuff, EXCEPT the one, the only, THE UNDERCOVER INTERPRETER?! Exactly...absolutely nobody.
Still, although his spelling is crap, he's fun to read, and he'll be going to London and report from there in a few weeks, with photos as well, so keep up to date with his blog, I certainly will, despite his smart-assed mouth. (I'll have to shut that one some day). The link is in my link list to the right of this site.
I also want to advise you to check out my other blog, Ramblings of a Conspiracy Dawg. That one will focus on politics rather than the life of an adventurer, and bring you the information that the Mainstream Media doesn't dare to tell you, and I find out from conspiracy news sources. But unlike them, I post it with a cool head, telling you and letting you decide what it means. There won't be any UFO's and aliens, there won't be any "We never landed on the moon", not because I don't believe in it, but because it doesn't belong in my blog. So you can rest assured that I won't bring that in.
Finally, I want to say that life is good, and everybody should enjoy it as best they can. And everybody should also be aware of anything that can threaten said good life. If you choose to ignore these threats, you do not deserve a good life. Nothing good comes without an effort. Just keep it in mind, I always do.
Love y'all.
Henrik
P.S. You who asked if I wanted to marry you, send an email with a photo to me, tell me about yourself and what you seek in a man, and... Nah, just kidding. But I still love you.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
What makes an adventurer?
Music is usually what keep giving me ideas. And here I was, listening to a great song, and before I knew it, I had an idea for my next blogpost. I found myself asking what it is that makes an adventurer, or rather, what it is that separates him from other humans, those that are satisfied with living their lives in peace and quiet, while he seeks out adventures and excitement at the very far reaches of civilization.
Sure, we may be driven on by an almost unsateable thirst for excitement. But I think that is only half the truth. To say adventurers are adrenaline junkies is to do us injustice, as if we should call all politicians war mongerers (which, of course, is true only to about ninety percent). Ultimately, and I can only talk for myself here, I think it is a force within us that wants us to travel and see the world, experience nature in all it's raw beauty, and live off of her, rather than buy what we need to survive in a store.
It's not only some sort of remaining macho gene from our ancestors, the homo sapiens, that makes us want to live so far away from civilization. It's something more. The simplicity of it all, and the self-reliance required to survive such, makes us stronger, but also makes us relax, and we love the trials of ot, compared to the questionable trial of walking down the street to the local 7-Eleven and buy a bloody steak for dinner. Compared to that, the satisfaction of having gathered your own food, through hunting, foraging or snaring, is priceless, and a feeling hard to achieve in today's society.
But it's not only about the food, either. To travel the world, see places few others have seen, places almost untouched by civilization, is to gaze at the very soul of Earth herself, in her pride and beauty. Some might argue we're just loners and sociopaths. Granted, there are people who do this to get away from the rush of civilization - and I admit, I am one of them - but it never was about whether or not there were other people, but about seeing new places. Exploration, not as a civilization, but as an individual. Few people seem to have that urge these days - sure, they go on vacations, but they make sure to stay close to the cities. Few of us take the time to explore the wildlands of the world, places where few others have been and where civilization has not yet reached.
When you find yourself standing in the Scottish highlands, gazing at Nature in her most untouched and widespread beauty, there is a solitude, a peace of mind, that can never be achieved while in the city, be it in Miami, London or Paris. When one is so close to nature, one is almost at one with her. And I believe that might be the ultimate reason that many take up the mantle of adventure, searching, not only for solitude, but for peace of mind, in a world that is ever speeding up, ever becoming more and more stressful.
In truth, adventurers are the last bastion of a dying breed, or so it would seem, with the day's world looking more and more compartmentalized and all-business no-pleasure, hard work and threats from terrorism, war, famine and diseases. But we adventurers are also the most at peace with ourselves, because we get a chance to escape all of this once in a while.
Of course, I'm not saying that it's wrong working at an office. All I'm saying is that once in a while, everyone, even the most fanatical city-dweller, should leave the city and go out into the wilderness for a while, to experience her wild solitude, and to rely, not on a store, an employer or a politically elected leader, but on yourself, to survive, to gather food. If you do, I guarantee you that you will never want to go back to the city again.
After all, it's in our blood, the urge to explore the world, expand our horizons.
We've just chosen to ignore that urge.
Henrik
Sure, we may be driven on by an almost unsateable thirst for excitement. But I think that is only half the truth. To say adventurers are adrenaline junkies is to do us injustice, as if we should call all politicians war mongerers (which, of course, is true only to about ninety percent). Ultimately, and I can only talk for myself here, I think it is a force within us that wants us to travel and see the world, experience nature in all it's raw beauty, and live off of her, rather than buy what we need to survive in a store.
It's not only some sort of remaining macho gene from our ancestors, the homo sapiens, that makes us want to live so far away from civilization. It's something more. The simplicity of it all, and the self-reliance required to survive such, makes us stronger, but also makes us relax, and we love the trials of ot, compared to the questionable trial of walking down the street to the local 7-Eleven and buy a bloody steak for dinner. Compared to that, the satisfaction of having gathered your own food, through hunting, foraging or snaring, is priceless, and a feeling hard to achieve in today's society.
But it's not only about the food, either. To travel the world, see places few others have seen, places almost untouched by civilization, is to gaze at the very soul of Earth herself, in her pride and beauty. Some might argue we're just loners and sociopaths. Granted, there are people who do this to get away from the rush of civilization - and I admit, I am one of them - but it never was about whether or not there were other people, but about seeing new places. Exploration, not as a civilization, but as an individual. Few people seem to have that urge these days - sure, they go on vacations, but they make sure to stay close to the cities. Few of us take the time to explore the wildlands of the world, places where few others have been and where civilization has not yet reached.
When you find yourself standing in the Scottish highlands, gazing at Nature in her most untouched and widespread beauty, there is a solitude, a peace of mind, that can never be achieved while in the city, be it in Miami, London or Paris. When one is so close to nature, one is almost at one with her. And I believe that might be the ultimate reason that many take up the mantle of adventure, searching, not only for solitude, but for peace of mind, in a world that is ever speeding up, ever becoming more and more stressful.
In truth, adventurers are the last bastion of a dying breed, or so it would seem, with the day's world looking more and more compartmentalized and all-business no-pleasure, hard work and threats from terrorism, war, famine and diseases. But we adventurers are also the most at peace with ourselves, because we get a chance to escape all of this once in a while.
Of course, I'm not saying that it's wrong working at an office. All I'm saying is that once in a while, everyone, even the most fanatical city-dweller, should leave the city and go out into the wilderness for a while, to experience her wild solitude, and to rely, not on a store, an employer or a politically elected leader, but on yourself, to survive, to gather food. If you do, I guarantee you that you will never want to go back to the city again.
After all, it's in our blood, the urge to explore the world, expand our horizons.
We've just chosen to ignore that urge.
Henrik
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Introducing the Adventurous Spirit...
Yo, y'all, and feel welcome to my blog!
I just happen to be new at blogging. This is my first attempt, and brought on by my will to write, and if possible to change the bleak world we live in.
Now, I should probably write something about myself, and that's a tough one, because there is so much to write! You will notice this in my future blogging, I'm sure. They will most likely vary in subject, everything from history, to adventurous exploits, to politics and even - hear and behold! - conspiracy theories, though my fellow conspirators dislikes the term conspiracy theories.
I use the term because it is blunt, easy, and tell you straight in the face what my beliefs are.
Now, about me. My name is Henrik, but you may call me Henke. I am twenty one years old, and live in Sweden. And because I'm paranoid, that's all the information you'll get about that...unless you're a pretty girl, of course. And just for the record, yes, I'm single and open for invitations. I can also cook, though I wouldn't advise you to eat what I make unless it's Chilli. I love Chilli, especially with a shot of tequila to boot.
I am in that time in age when I must consider what to do with my future life - what work to choose, how to live my life, make some dough, and live happily ever after. You know the drill, some of you've been there, some of you will be there soon. So, anyway, I've spent my entire life so far wondering what I'm going to do for a living. It messed my life up because I had no idea. In truth, though, I had an idea, but I was too afraid to really see it. I've always fealt that I would never be able to stand a "regular" life - the kind where you live with a wife that henpecks you, have ten kids, and a house in Suburbia (not that there's anything wrong with kids and Suburbia, but it's just not...me...not yet anyway).
But then one day, it came to me. I realized that people in our world has gone a bit...cowardly. They are afraid of going after the jobs they really want, worry too much about having a job instead of the job. And I can't stand that way of thinking. It takes the quality out of your life, and makes you just...miserable.
So, I decided to go with what I really want to do. Become an adventurer. You've all seen them on TV - Indiana Jones, Dirk Pitt, Rick O'Connell, Lara Croft, and so on. Well, people say the world is different in reality for adventurers. I'm sure it is, in fact. But that won't stop me from going after what I want to do. So, my current goal in life is to become an archaeologist. After that, a marine achaeologist, and then a diver. And finally, an adventurer.
Then, we'll see where Lady Fate takes me. If all works out, I'll find myself one day working with what I want to work with - diving for wrecks, digging for gold in South America, travelling through Africa on a completely pointless but exciting adventure, and so on. In short, living the life of an adventurer.
One of my friends said to me when he heard it that, "You want to work with what one wanted to be when he was a kid - an adventurer, fireman, and so on..." He made it sound ridicolous, not only that, but impossible, as if it was the most stupid idea anybody had ever come up with. And that was when I realized what a ridicolous world we live in, because people simply don't have the guts to go for what they want.
This is what I want, and this is what I'm aiming for.
That's all for today. Thank you for reading my rambles, my friends, and may we have a lot of fun together. Don't take me too seriously. I can't stand serious people. But take my message to heart; Don't let anybody tell you that your dream job is too far-fetched. If you give up your dream, you will truly lose yourself in it and find yourself a slave to your own life. And there's already too many people that think like that in our world. Like my friend.
Be free, live free
Henrik
I just happen to be new at blogging. This is my first attempt, and brought on by my will to write, and if possible to change the bleak world we live in.
Now, I should probably write something about myself, and that's a tough one, because there is so much to write! You will notice this in my future blogging, I'm sure. They will most likely vary in subject, everything from history, to adventurous exploits, to politics and even - hear and behold! - conspiracy theories, though my fellow conspirators dislikes the term conspiracy theories.
I use the term because it is blunt, easy, and tell you straight in the face what my beliefs are.
Now, about me. My name is Henrik, but you may call me Henke. I am twenty one years old, and live in Sweden. And because I'm paranoid, that's all the information you'll get about that...unless you're a pretty girl, of course. And just for the record, yes, I'm single and open for invitations. I can also cook, though I wouldn't advise you to eat what I make unless it's Chilli. I love Chilli, especially with a shot of tequila to boot.
I am in that time in age when I must consider what to do with my future life - what work to choose, how to live my life, make some dough, and live happily ever after. You know the drill, some of you've been there, some of you will be there soon. So, anyway, I've spent my entire life so far wondering what I'm going to do for a living. It messed my life up because I had no idea. In truth, though, I had an idea, but I was too afraid to really see it. I've always fealt that I would never be able to stand a "regular" life - the kind where you live with a wife that henpecks you, have ten kids, and a house in Suburbia (not that there's anything wrong with kids and Suburbia, but it's just not...me...not yet anyway).
But then one day, it came to me. I realized that people in our world has gone a bit...cowardly. They are afraid of going after the jobs they really want, worry too much about having a job instead of the job. And I can't stand that way of thinking. It takes the quality out of your life, and makes you just...miserable.
So, I decided to go with what I really want to do. Become an adventurer. You've all seen them on TV - Indiana Jones, Dirk Pitt, Rick O'Connell, Lara Croft, and so on. Well, people say the world is different in reality for adventurers. I'm sure it is, in fact. But that won't stop me from going after what I want to do. So, my current goal in life is to become an archaeologist. After that, a marine achaeologist, and then a diver. And finally, an adventurer.
Then, we'll see where Lady Fate takes me. If all works out, I'll find myself one day working with what I want to work with - diving for wrecks, digging for gold in South America, travelling through Africa on a completely pointless but exciting adventure, and so on. In short, living the life of an adventurer.
One of my friends said to me when he heard it that, "You want to work with what one wanted to be when he was a kid - an adventurer, fireman, and so on..." He made it sound ridicolous, not only that, but impossible, as if it was the most stupid idea anybody had ever come up with. And that was when I realized what a ridicolous world we live in, because people simply don't have the guts to go for what they want.
This is what I want, and this is what I'm aiming for.
That's all for today. Thank you for reading my rambles, my friends, and may we have a lot of fun together. Don't take me too seriously. I can't stand serious people. But take my message to heart; Don't let anybody tell you that your dream job is too far-fetched. If you give up your dream, you will truly lose yourself in it and find yourself a slave to your own life. And there's already too many people that think like that in our world. Like my friend.
Be free, live free
Henrik
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