I woke this morning in the land of fire and ice, Iceland. I’m on another road trip, visiting a place I haven’t been before, quenching the curiosity that drives me to travel.
My initial impressions?
It’s a land of rugged beauty with snow still on the hills here in their summer, steam found rising from the ground, magnificent waterfalls and black sand. Yes, last night I stood on a beach of black sand (by the way, it never actually got dark last night. In the deepest part of the night it was twilight and then started getting lighter). But, sand is golden or white, surely! At least that’s what I’d always believed and here’s a thing, we can get so use to our own beliefs that our thoughts become a closed system. We have no room for anything beyond the limits of what we know. Our world takes on limits.
But there exists a vast ocean of possibilities if we are able to accept that the knowledge we have is not complete, may be wrong, could be improved. For hundreds, no thousands of years Europeans believed swans were white and only white. If the bird wasn’t white, well it wasn’t a swan. Then explorers went to Australia and discovered black ones. No doubt many would have denied the possibility when the news first came back. I mean, everyone knows, if it’s not white, it’s not a swan!
Open and curios minds are the things that move the world forward, that bring down boundaries and grow our knowledge. However, I fear that they are themselves not so common because to have an open mind can and will take you outside the bounds of what is commonly considered acceptable and safe. You start believing, or at least allowing for the possibility of things not yet commonly believed, at the very least you’ll be considered odd, different, a little strange. Can you live with that?
Here’s a thing. You stay with the crowd, believe what the crowd believes and behave as the crowd does, well, you’ll never go where the crowd does not go and has not been. Maybe you’ll be happy with that? I suspect not.
Pogue, of all the paths you take in life make sure that a few of them are not yet trod. When a trail appears to end, the pavement finish, walk on, on the dirt, through the long grass and brambles. If you do, they’ll come a day when you may view something none of those around you ever have. When you learn, believe that the learning is never finished. Ask questions. Explore possibilities. Allow for possibilities. Expect the improbable.
As I say, life is not yet written, your book is not yet closed, there are still blank pages. This week begin to fill a new one.
Yours, experiencing new things day by day,