I sometimes wonder if the best things in life are the shortest moments of all-encompassing zealousness one experiences from time to time. I know that when I become excited about some event or hobby or book, I go all out; I live and breath to go to said event, or practice said hobby, or reach the end of said book. And don’t get me wrong, I have a fantastic time while being utterly absorbed in these things. The problem exists in the realization that all these moments are temporal. They’re burning on a short fuse, if you prefer.

Whether it’s a new relationship, an amazing book, or perhaps a new song, the sense of novelty can make these things profoundly amazing. There seems almost a desire to devour the stimulation until there is nothing more. And truly, one can feel more alive/inspired/joyous in these moments of consumption than in years of average amusement.

Once the zeal is gone though, it just can’t be revived to the same extent. Certainly one might have a favorite movie that, when viewed, sends up a wave of pleasant nostalgia, but it’s never quite as shiver-inducingly amazing as the first time.

So, with this said, should we continue to move forward in a pattern of excitement-induced osmosis? Is true elation only a short term feeling that must be continually found again and again in different areas through life? If so, should we actively seek out these inspiring things and attempt to ration them when they are found? Or, is there perhaps a more permanent source of bliss that one might experience to be found in something else?

I’ll have to think on this a little bit. Just some thoughts.

Thanks for reading!

Because he insisted he play some part in the formation of my ‘blog:

Well firstly, happy 2008 everyone. I hope you’ve all settled in nicely to the new year. A new year! A fresh start! A chance to (again) reinvent one’s self! Back to the beginning! New oppurtunity on the horizon! A chance for redemption!

Haha, oh man. /Vomit.

Sorry, but the truth is I’m rather enterained by older prosaisms. And it just so happens that New Year’s is one of the best times to utilize them. I suppose I’m just a cliche whore (in the sense of being a whore for cliches, not being a whore in a cliche sense…) Truly though, little else gives me so much satisfaction as responding to the query or quandary of another person with some old mantra, or trite expression. “Oh, isn’t that the Kettle calling the Pot black?” I would retort. “Look before you leap,” I might advise. “I’ll take a page from your book,” I would agree. And of course, I always proclaim these banalities with the most absolute of shit-eating grins upon my face. Some would call me a jerk. Others might call me a hero?

Seriously speaking though, there is a level of truth to be found in most cliches, hence the reason they become cliches in the first place. The problem lies that modern society has made it cliche to reference cliches unless you are attempting to do so to be cliche, which is in itself a cliche! Subsequently, we’ve created a paradox of ironic self-assessment the likes of which none can escape.

To use a cliche is to become a cliche, whether this ramification is desired or otherwise. The question of what to attribute this situation to is somewhat of a perplexity. Is this due in part to the cynical nature of our neoteric society? Perhaps it is a sign that sincerity is a waining commodity in an increasingly mistrustful and dishonest society. Furthermore, one might consider that this is indicative that our current level of humor is nearing the limits of our creativity and thus has begun a collapse upon itself; of which the only logical causatum is good-natured irony upon reliving the same humor of the past but in a fresh narrative. What I am referring to, is that the level of abrasion in our popular humor seems to be slowing, which some may interpret that our society is becoming more open to all forms of comedic expression. Feasibly then, the result of less abrasion is a shallower pool from which to draw witticisms. This leads us to repeat ourselves with what has previously been successful, but to keep from becoming redundant, we then must redefine the context in which the previous subjects were utilized.

Thus, cliches become cliches by being cliches but are ironically amusing because cliches are clichely cliche!

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I don’t believe that makes any sense. However, I’m amused and I suppose that’s the whole point of this. And after all, nobody expects anything of your first post, right?

…Right?

Thanks for reading.

This blog will officially launch as of January 2, 2008. Until then, various modifications will likely occur. Thanks for you patience!