desires

i’m realizing that i have a desire to do something different, to find a new way or path. though i’ve been an information technologies guy for a long time, the fascination with technology has morphed into a passion for using technology.

it used to be very fun for me to simply make things work. technology used to be a grand puzzle that required understanding, time, and planning to make things work like we wanted them to. innovation and technological progress has changed that drastically. now it’s quite simple to do things that once required expensive equipment or software; or required extensive knowledge that was outside of most peoples specialties.

information technology used to be a passion. it used to be the fuel for my career, fulfilling adventure and advancement at the same time. alas, it no longer plays that central role. the technology is still “cool”, and the puzzles are still there, but i find them more and more irrelevant to my desires.

new adventures are calling me, and though my income is still dependent on an information technology role, i just don’t have the passion for it. my desires are taking me elsewhere. on to new experiences and new challenges.

silence, more or less

often, i wonder at the amount of noise that we endure. day in and day out there is sound generated from everything we do and is everywhere we go. most of it is needlessly excessive, causing distress and trepidation. this goes on without our notice quite often, and i wonder at the cost.

is it possible for modern humans to function in a quiet environment? can we reduce the unnecessary noise that fills most every space, inside and out and find contentment? i know we can, but is there a desire by enough people? everywhere i go there is noise, and on top of the self-induced stresses that we all work to attenuate, it’s as if the noise is tipping point.

many times before, I’ve found happiness in a quiet moment. deep in my own thoughts. on a walk in the woods. while paddling my canoe. sometimes simply sitting amongst the pines waiting for the wind to bring them to quietly whisper nature’s secret of contentment.