I Can’t Live Without It

I guess that’s why I can’t answer the question, “What can’t you live without?” without making an attempt to determine what makes me different than other people, which may be complete hogwash…but I think it’s also part of the answer.

“This post is a part of 20SB’s Blog Carnival: Can’t Live Without, and Alice.com is awarding prizes to lucky bloggers and readers!”

This little piece of writing is intended to convey something I just can’t live without.

The concepts of need and want, intertwined as they are with the process of determining what it is you really don’t want to wake up without tomorrow, have significance beyond their somewhat negative connotations.  I do think we all have a handful of pillars that make us who we are against the backdrop of a pretty transferable human experience.

We all have a lot in common.

We all have a lot in common, and thanks be it, because blogging would surely underwhelm if I didn’t know where you were coming from.

Thanks be it, or we’d all be far worse off in our (often quite difficult) attempts to make some sense of one another.

Especially us men and women trying to make sense of women and men.

So what is essential to us, in my mind, is what makes us unique.

I guess that’s why I can’t answer the question, “What can’t you live without?” without making an attempt to determine what makes me different than other people, which may be complete hogwash…but I think it’s also part of the answer.

I have vices and I have mindcrushes and I have things that I really can’t imagine being without.

Coffee, and single malt scotch, super white tuna and chicken pad thai.

My email account.  Actually, my gmail account.

A little white computer made by that fruit company that has a big Shlitz sticker on it.

Portable music and headphones.  Female bloggers.

Just to name a few vices, mindcrushes, and things in no particular order.

Those lists could go on for a while, and in most cases I think I could live without all of them.

What I couldn’t live without is my sense of self, and whatever it is that makes me do the things I do because they feel right.

Fortunately or unfortunately, that sense of self seems to stem from a deep connection to whatever it is that makes new experiences stand out.  The first-time experience…the lack of familiarity.  I want things to be something a little more than they were yesterday; I want to witness the beauty of breakthrough and the neatness of perfect.

I think I need it.  I think that need drives me to look for it or seek it out.

Not in the way that thrill-seekers jump off mountains.

But in the way that most things aren’t intellectually compelling at face value, while quite a bit is quite compelling if you stop to think about the details.  To look to little things for significance.  To allow yourself to keep exploring the turns you can’t see around.

I’m not sure who I’d be without that.

Throw in the support and love my family and close friends offer me, and you’ve got me alive and well.

How about you?  What makes you you?

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