Committed Or Commitment

There is nothing like a healthy dose of nature to remind you that regardless of what is happening in your own life, the rest of the world moves on.  New life is created, old lives end and nature continues to provide miracles and wonders through various forces.

A friend of Beloved’s had recently moved to a tropical paradise after spending years working long hours and putting little else before work in order to make his dream come true.  Hawaii seemed the ideal choice for him relocate and so when he had the means and the opportunity a few months back, he did just that.  He fully committed to the move, selling the majority of his possessions, deciding to purchase new once he found a place to live.

His emails, calls and such to Beloved were happy.  He told Beloved how it was a better life for him and tried to convince Beloved to at least consider the move as well. Except, well it was Hawaii. And Hawaii to Beloved meant loads of sun and hot temperatures, not things that Beloved finds relaxing.

The icing on the cake for Beloved is that Hawaii is still being created through the act of destruction and while Beloved can watch it in awe, he knew he’d never be as calm or understanding if that destruction affected him personally the way Beloved’s friend has now been impacted by the creative forces that come through the destruction brought on by lava.

And still, much to my own surprise, Beloved’s friend is still happy with the move.  He sees no irony and claims that even if things get worse, he’s still committed to his paradise.    Beloved told his friend that perhaps the friend really just needs to be committed, to a place for a mental health evaluation.  But then Beloved has never found a place that feels like home to him the way his birth place makes him feel so he can’t understand it the same way.


Historical Beauty

I felt the first blow as though it happened to my own body. I couldn’t understand why. I guess that some things can never be answered to our satisfaction. Not when we are emotionally attached. Emotional attachments of any sort leads a person to not worry about logic or rational.

As the second and third blows came I had to leave, I simply could not bear to watch it. It wasn’t just the loss of the beauty, it was the loss of the history.

I could understand it if the old building was in bad shape, condemned etc. But then it has good structure and is still usable why get rid of that architecture?

It drives me batty when a decision is made to remove an historic building because it doesn’t “suit the skyline” or isn’t part of the “design for the neighborhood”. Some of this old architecture is a thing of beauty.

When we remove pieces of history that can be used as touch points for our past, the history becomes less real. history isn’t just read out of dusty books, it can be experienced by other senses if allow it to remain standing. Sure it might not be sleek or all glass, and granted it may not permit for the same number of people, but there is still value in it.

So I left the area when the wrecking ball was swung to take down the old building to make way for a modern high-rise. I left wondering if those people who made the decision to do this considered the history and the beauty before removing it. I also wondered what they thought of older people, people who maybe aren’t all shiny and new. People with a few cracks and chinks in their armor. Perhaps some of their facade is crumbling and maybe you can’t see their beauty the same as you can with someone younger, but does that mean we remove them?