Wandering and Wayfinding

Growing up across three countries stoked my curiosities. Diverse acquaintances encouraged inclusion. Life was full of variety. Fear of failure accompanied many options . Belief in absolutes withered over frequent moves and lost friendships.Cravings arose early. Sugar, consumer products, and visual entertainment promised instant gratification. Movies, television, and video games became easily accessible escapes. These excursions fed an active imagination.God was an ever-present helper and disciplinarian. He could save or condemn; comfort or terrify. My behavior and His whims would determine my fate. The predictable care of family and friends represented His love while painful inconsistencies and consequences demonstrated His wrath.Escapism diverts the mind and numbs pain. But cultivation of escape routes deepens the fears and insecurities that lead to them. Anxious and/or avoidant attachments replace faith in a more secure life. Addictions serve as survival strategies for an extreme world. Bodies struggle to thrive outside of the environments they were designed in. The internal locus of control remains underdeveloped. Trust and adaptation become difficult. How do older people grow up? How can the conditioned and programed be reconditioned and reprogramed?
Blogging is a hobby I keep returning to. I record my wanderings here. I puke up confessions and release anxieties. This is a pulpit and lectern - a courtyard and commons. I come here to work, rest, play, and mostly, to feel less alone. Sometimes the words look silly or sound stupid. I or others may hate them. Sometimes the words are readable. Like everything, words die or adapt. And if society and this social animal like them, there is a sense of serendipity. The words survive for a little longer.Words adapt because they are adapted. Words are indifferent, but their users are error-prone. Words store information that can be translated into action. Word users confound language with noise and bias. Language-speakers change languages.Entropy within and between speakers transforms words. Languages leak and absorb information over time. Writers temporarily preserve meaning. But entropy spares nothing. Even the information fades.Trust can naturally degrade over time. Absolutism and escapism may give way to skepticism and discontent. Revealed mysteries are concealed. Unknowns become known to be un-known.Truth is what we seek. Where is it? What is it like? Who knows it? When does it emerge? How does it work? Why?I don't know. But, I want to know. Too many certainties wear me out. A steady state of entropy is enough.Mystery keeps life interesting. A few high-quality confidences outweigh many. Inconstancies can be as pleasurable as they are painful. Even truth betrays, but the journey won't. It was never about the destination.Good company is a respite in defeat and a celebration in victory. Burdens feel lighter when shared, and people make the party. So, who else wants to deliberate truth, keep good company, trust the journey, and never arrive?