Whenever I look at this picture, my eyes immediately go to the man in the white t-shirt with the long hair. I don’t know why— nothing about him is particularly interesting— but to me, he seems to be the center of attention. And I love that. I’ve always found it funny how photographs, when left unexplained, have a way of making someone into something they might not be. Maybe he’s a rock star, maybe he’s the next Ernest Hemingway or maybe he’s just a guy who likes outdoor marketplaces and wearing white t-shirts. There’s no way to know for sure unless I track him down and ask but a little mystery is good for the soul.
There’s something about people that is so wonderfully fascinating. We believe ourselves to be more intelligent, more civilized and more exquisite than our animal counterparts but are dominated by instinct and impulse all the same. I think the main difference is that we’ve just given them fancy names (See also: conscience, pg. 64 and following your gut, pg. 130) Our existence is driven by the need to survive; by the need to feel safe and secure. We are more primal than we care to admit.
It’s a curious case — our denial of our primality— and is certainly curious enough to invoke the 5W’s. What are we without impulse? Who are we with it? Why do we fight against our instincts and where does that get us? When did we decide that they were to be the next great extinction? We were born with impulse and instinct running through our veins for a reason; if we didn’t need them, evolution surely would have caused an eradication mutation by now. And, call me crazy but sometimes ‘just because’ can be a pretty good reason for doing something.
I think about fear a lot, about how much it weighs. And, I wonder why we are so willing to carry such a heavy burden around all of the time. Of all the emotions our ancestors passed along in our genetic code, it’s strange to think that fear made the list. But, it seems as though it’s a necessity— if not for the fear instinct, we wouldn’t know the difference between danger and safety. It has kept us alive for centuries and continues to do so but then again, how many times has it prevented us from doing something amazing? It seems as though the lines between danger and safety have become increasingly blurred.
So what is it, exactly, that divides either side of the chasm? And how is it that we decide which side we would prefer to be standing on? If fear is the psychological response to what we perceive as a threat, why are our impulses so often at the receiving end? For surely, they can’t all be dangerous or life threatening and the ones that are, are usually so nonsensical that they aren’t worth the adrenaline rush anyways. We love the game of risk but hate the idea of impulse being the driver behind the wheel. Since when did being impulsive become a negative characteristic? If the whole world was content with playing it safe, we’d probably still be living in caves.
I am a time waster and I am quite good at it, too. I put things off, I procrastinate, I am indecisive and noncommittal because I fight the impulses that encourage me to jump in and trust that the water is fine. But can you imagine what I could do with all of the time I’ve wasted being afraid? I could’ve learned another language or finished three more majors or even have told someone the truth before it was too late. But regrets are just fears in disguise and I will not fall prey to their strangling hands.
I think I always look to the man in the white shirt because he looks like a person who long ago decided that arguing with himself was not worth the echoed answers. Skip a haircut? Why not. Jump on a bus going in the wrong direction? It’s not the worst thing you can do. Traipse across a foreign city with just a film camera and a paper map? We fight too many losing battles in our lifetimes for our impulses to be one of them. Ask the questions you’ve always wanted answered; say ‘I love you’ to someone who might not say it back; allow people to change you without being afraid of falling apart. You can fight or you can fly but you can’t do both— not at the same time. And, remember that you don’t need a reason for everything. Sometimes ‘just because’ is good enough.
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