It's funny how solutions just strike you out of nowhere. As I sit up in my bed typing this, I can't stop a grin from creeping onto my face. I've found the solution to the problem that has bothered me for months, almost years, now.
When trying to decide what it is I wanted to be when I get out of here, 'here' being college, I've come to the realization that it doesn't really matter. I've been doing myself a huge disservice by constantly worrying about what comes tomorrow. I'm a moderately intelligent twenty years old English major who loves what I study and has some really great family and friends. Tomorrow can wait a day or two. No matter what, things always seem to work out. One way or another, the cards will fall as they may. I'll just keep working hard and playing hard. When the time comes to make a decision, it'll be the right one. I'm starting to realize that there really aren't any wrong decisions. Just the ones that were meant to be made.
The catalyst for this brilliant observation? Why, a song of course! To be specific, it was 'Have a drink on me' from AC/DC's Back in Black album. Let me just show you what I mean with an excerpt from the song:
yeah, so come on have a good time
and get blinded out of your mind.
Forget about tomorrow,
take in today.
Forget about the check,
We'll get hell to pay!
Have a drink on me!!
Indeed. Just make sure it's an Irish brew, or failing that, a good Tennessee bourbon with a black label. I think you know which.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Soldier
First thing's first.
Thanks to everyone who read my last post, but especially those who left their thoughts. I appreciate that you all grasp the seriousness of the subject and it's importance to me. I strove to express me feelings as well as I could, and I think that I succeeded fro the most part. However, I feel that in retrospect I didn't communicate my full feelings on the nature of a soldier. I'd like to go back and try to now.
To dedicate yourself to a cause that is greater than yourself, while simultaneously striving to maintain a personal level of honor, courage and personal achievement. Doing things that are sometimes glorious, sometimes terrible, and most of time neither, not for accolades or praise, but rather because they are what needs to be done. Enduring the horror of war so that others will not. A willingness to sacrifice everything that is necessary but nothing that is not in order to get the job done. Strong. Stoic. Honorable. Honest. These are the traits of the ideal soldier, as defined in my own mind.
However, we must truthful. The inescapable and stark purpose of a warrior is to defend what he perceives as his to protect. How? Through the careful and thoughtful application of violence to those who would seek to harm that which is held dear.
Are all soldier infantry or special forces specially and exclusively trained in personal combat? Of course not. Doctors, lawyers, scientists and administrators are all vital parts of any effective armed force. Even chaplains and priests attend to the faith of those who soil themselves in the blood of foes.
The question then becomes, does this change the essential nature of an army? Does it's bureaucratic nature mean that it's any less of a war machine. I don't think it does. It is foolhardy not to accept that the true nature of war is violence to an end.
It is not a professional dilemma I face, but rather a philosophical one. Would placing myself away from the violence of war be the right path, or would casting myself into the deadly yet honorable crucible of battle so that others may pursue peace be the right decision?
I feel that the respect I have for both ways of life has been better explained now. I apologize to any I may have offended through my careless definition of what a true warrior is.
Thanks to everyone who read my last post, but especially those who left their thoughts. I appreciate that you all grasp the seriousness of the subject and it's importance to me. I strove to express me feelings as well as I could, and I think that I succeeded fro the most part. However, I feel that in retrospect I didn't communicate my full feelings on the nature of a soldier. I'd like to go back and try to now.
To dedicate yourself to a cause that is greater than yourself, while simultaneously striving to maintain a personal level of honor, courage and personal achievement. Doing things that are sometimes glorious, sometimes terrible, and most of time neither, not for accolades or praise, but rather because they are what needs to be done. Enduring the horror of war so that others will not. A willingness to sacrifice everything that is necessary but nothing that is not in order to get the job done. Strong. Stoic. Honorable. Honest. These are the traits of the ideal soldier, as defined in my own mind.
However, we must truthful. The inescapable and stark purpose of a warrior is to defend what he perceives as his to protect. How? Through the careful and thoughtful application of violence to those who would seek to harm that which is held dear.
Are all soldier infantry or special forces specially and exclusively trained in personal combat? Of course not. Doctors, lawyers, scientists and administrators are all vital parts of any effective armed force. Even chaplains and priests attend to the faith of those who soil themselves in the blood of foes.
The question then becomes, does this change the essential nature of an army? Does it's bureaucratic nature mean that it's any less of a war machine. I don't think it does. It is foolhardy not to accept that the true nature of war is violence to an end.
It is not a professional dilemma I face, but rather a philosophical one. Would placing myself away from the violence of war be the right path, or would casting myself into the deadly yet honorable crucible of battle so that others may pursue peace be the right decision?
I feel that the respect I have for both ways of life has been better explained now. I apologize to any I may have offended through my careless definition of what a true warrior is.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Identity
Soldier or Teacher?
It's a question I wake up every morning asking myself, with varying answers. To be completely and utterly divided, fifty-fifty, is a feeling that I'm familiar with. Being alternately raised by two parents with totally different philosophies toward life will do that to you. Yet while each of my parents have finally found a unique blending in me, other issues lay unresolved. Having one grandfather as a decorated war hero and special forces officer and the other as a perfect model of hard work and subsequent reward is a privilege and honor, but I find myself struggling for identity beneath the shadow of their greatness. A grim fear haunts me, to die being known as nothing more than "Jim's oldest grandson" or "Sonny's heir."
I myself am something decidedly different from the both of them. A twenty year old college student and proud Irish-American nationalist, with a major in English and dual minors in philosophy and history. I do fairly well, mostly because I chose to specialize in subjects I truly love. I have a strong feeling that if I chose to do so, I could find some success in the fields of literary criticism and creative writing as a graduate student. Yet there is no peace of mind for me.
Modeling myself after my war hero grandfather, I have recently invested a great deal of my time and attention into a possible military career. My lionization of the man is obvious even to me, yet I crave that word of approval, that eye-glimmer of sincere pride from a man who sacrificed so much for kin and country. To strive for that sort of honor and excellence would surely be a better way to spend life than burying myself in old books, trying to discern abstract meaning...wouldn't it?
Some days I'm sure that it would be, and others not at all. Developing alongside my career choice is my personal philosophy. I've recently found solace in some of the writings of Lao Tzu, the father of Taoism, as well as the Stoic Marcus Aurelius. I yearn for the detached tranquility that they preach, uninfluenced by those around me, yet aware of the disposition and connection of all. I look into the future, and two images are equally vivid. The soldier and the teacher.
A few may say to pursue both, but I cannot do that. I believe that the path of the teacher and the soldier are not compatible, and I will explain why. To teach is to nourish and enrich life, for the betterment of both the individual and the masses. To be a soldier is to take life, either directly or indirectly. I cannot spend my life attempting to balance the two, for that would make me feel hypocritical. For me, it must either be one or the other.
So what will I do? I haven't the vaguest idea yet. Perhaps one path will reveal itself to me as the most promising. I hope so, anyway.
It's a question I wake up every morning asking myself, with varying answers. To be completely and utterly divided, fifty-fifty, is a feeling that I'm familiar with. Being alternately raised by two parents with totally different philosophies toward life will do that to you. Yet while each of my parents have finally found a unique blending in me, other issues lay unresolved. Having one grandfather as a decorated war hero and special forces officer and the other as a perfect model of hard work and subsequent reward is a privilege and honor, but I find myself struggling for identity beneath the shadow of their greatness. A grim fear haunts me, to die being known as nothing more than "Jim's oldest grandson" or "Sonny's heir."
I myself am something decidedly different from the both of them. A twenty year old college student and proud Irish-American nationalist, with a major in English and dual minors in philosophy and history. I do fairly well, mostly because I chose to specialize in subjects I truly love. I have a strong feeling that if I chose to do so, I could find some success in the fields of literary criticism and creative writing as a graduate student. Yet there is no peace of mind for me.
Modeling myself after my war hero grandfather, I have recently invested a great deal of my time and attention into a possible military career. My lionization of the man is obvious even to me, yet I crave that word of approval, that eye-glimmer of sincere pride from a man who sacrificed so much for kin and country. To strive for that sort of honor and excellence would surely be a better way to spend life than burying myself in old books, trying to discern abstract meaning...wouldn't it?
Some days I'm sure that it would be, and others not at all. Developing alongside my career choice is my personal philosophy. I've recently found solace in some of the writings of Lao Tzu, the father of Taoism, as well as the Stoic Marcus Aurelius. I yearn for the detached tranquility that they preach, uninfluenced by those around me, yet aware of the disposition and connection of all. I look into the future, and two images are equally vivid. The soldier and the teacher.
A few may say to pursue both, but I cannot do that. I believe that the path of the teacher and the soldier are not compatible, and I will explain why. To teach is to nourish and enrich life, for the betterment of both the individual and the masses. To be a soldier is to take life, either directly or indirectly. I cannot spend my life attempting to balance the two, for that would make me feel hypocritical. For me, it must either be one or the other.
So what will I do? I haven't the vaguest idea yet. Perhaps one path will reveal itself to me as the most promising. I hope so, anyway.
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