Becoming Bob

Lately, I ask myself, “Have i allowed myself to become domesticated? Do I bypass the risk that makes me alive, really alive? Am I growing closer to being “Bob” from the movie fight club? Can I be a Tyler Durden, again? ” I, like Mr. Garland, believe we must frequently trade the asphalt jungle for Jack London’s wilderness in “To Build a Fire”.


Do you fear the force of the wind, The slash of the rain? Go face them and fight them, Be savage again. Go hungry and cold like the wolf, Go wade like the crane. The palms of your hands will thicken, The skin of your forehead tan— You’ll be ragged and swarthy and weary But—you’ll walk like a man._Hamlin Garland.


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