As I walk I often muse. On one of these occasions I thought, ‘In fifty years (aged 92) I won’t be living like this—free to go where I want—anymore... actually, in thirty years I may not have the physical freedom I have now.’
We take our freedoms very much for granted. But, that’s not the point of this piece.
My main point is we were placed here on this earth, out of the hopes and mind our parents and the will of God, for a reason. As I’m reminded by one of my favourite 1980s bands, Adam and the Ants, we need to be ‘kings (and queens) of the wild frontier.’
Our job is to visit regularly, and acquaint with, the frontier of our souls.
We have a task here and that is to safely but riskily push the envelopes of our being, physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. How else are we to truly live? How else will we engage the learning gear we’ve all been blessed with?
Yet it seems there are vast millions of people who don’t push anything, let alone themselves; or perhaps they do push some things, but unfortunately for them and others, they push the wrong things and then they pay dearly for it.
When I watched Dances With Wolves (1990) again recently, I was struck with John Dunbar’s (Kevin Costner) dualistic curious courage of desire to see the frontier ‘before it’s all gone.’ He was right; the American frontier was lost less than a generation later, certainly in that region around Nebraska.
What about the frontier that exists deep within your heart? Do you visit before it’s gone; before the vital life in you is sucked dry?
Has it been settled and explored? Are their natives there you can learn from? Is it perhaps the case that you might live to regret it if you don’t venture into this wild land of your soul?
© 2010 S. J. Wickham.