We get to surrender ourselves over to the monster, and we get to watch it play out to someone else, away from us and our own problems. Somet
Just One Scout’s Story I am an avid lover of nature, hiking, and the outdoors as many are. I love the verdant softness that surrounds the floor of a forest, the music of water playing among rocks and the feeling of it on the back of my neck after miles of walking. I love seeing wildlife that you’ll only see by chance, a black rat snake along a log, a bright orange salamander in a cave opening, or a heron picking it’s long legs along a marsh. All of these things I’ve seen and gotten to experience through my 12 years in scouting. Once while hiking with a few of the guys in my troop, we came across a waterfall beside a trail that had become larger because of a heavy rain recently. Large enough
In 1988 Nike launched an ad campaign that would change the company forever. It was simple, the Nike swoosh with a single phrase beneath it. Just Do It. Really that’s all that needs to be said. Either you do it or you don’t. It’s a binary option. In the words of Master Yoda, “Do or do not. There is no try.” We come up with an almost limitless supply of excuses for why we don’t succeed at a goal, finish a project, or begin a dream. The reality is that 99.9 percent of the time, you stopped yourself before you even began. Or you decided that you didn’t want it that bad anymore. You gave up. It’s a hard thing to do. Wake up, begin working, and stay. It’s easy to walk away and take a nap instead.
On a winding street, in the early night, in southern Tel Aviv I stumbled across something akin to a faerie circle. Industrial lighting lined the streets, turning the night to day as music and beer poured out of the pub in the middle of the street. All along the buildings on either side, artists slashed at the walls with cans of spray paint, stencils, and paint brushes like demented pixies. The lights of cameras were perpetually flashing, igniting the air and making the images taking shape in front of you leap off the walls in curves and rivers of colors. Styles that I recognized taking shape right in front of me, allowing me to put faces to signatures that i’d seen across countless pieces of
