When you hear the world salvation 99.9% of the time your in some sort of church. For myself, this is also true. However, I find a different type of salvation more often than one would normally think is possible. A true personal cleansing, which if you ask Merriam or Webster, is the basic definition of the word. At any rate though, I find myself best down a familiar back road in my hometown. An East-Tennessean born and bread, I’ve always had a simpler view on things than most (hence the page title). Somehow and for some reason I can’t explain, nature (more specifically the Lake that surrounds my home town (Watts Bar Lake)) has always played a large roll in who I am as a person. So, naturally where I’ve always best dealt with myself and times, when they’ve gotten hard, is largely on the shores of Watts Bar. A small road, that runs down the very back of my hometown, leads to where I took the picture you see above. It’s at the end of a road of a small upstart neighborhood that basically almost runs into the lake. Not many people know of this place, but those who do hold it near and dear to their heart (so far as I can tell) just as I do. Before high school football games and after heartbreaks alike, I’ve always found my self sitting there and watching the gentle movements of the lake, the rain splash against the water, the evening sun caress the subtle hills on the banks, or getting the clearest view of the stars few have ever seen. Now granted, I know this isn’t one of the seven wonders of the world, but at the end of the day, it’s more than close enough for me. Something about sitting in the solitude of this outdoor sanctuary lets my mind and soul rest enough for me to concentrate on just who I really am and what I really want out of this crooked “back road” we all call life. I know that I’m not going to be the man to figure out all the mysteries of life, but i feel like the cool waters of Watts Bar may grant me enough peace of mind to figure out the mysteries of Garrison Nuckols. That itself, is good enough for me. I probably don’t really have the right words to describe the outlook I get on life from this, but strangely enough I think Forrest Gump might. He once famously said, ” I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happening at the same time.” For me, anything that gives me that sense of calmness, in a sense saves me.r heart (so far as I can tell) just as I do. Before high school football games and after heartbreaks alike, I’ve always found my self sitting there and watching the gentle movements of the lake, the rain splash against the water, the evening sun caress the subtle hills on the banks, or getting the clearest view of the stars few have ever seen. Now granted, I know this isn’t one of the seven wonders of the world, but at the end of the day, it’s more than close enough for me. Something about sitting in the solitude of this outdoor sanctuary lets my mind and soul rest enough for me to concentrate on just who I really am and what I really want out of this crooked “back road” we all call life. I know that I’m not going to be the man to figure out all the mysteries of life, but i feel like the cool waters of Watts Bar may grant me enough peace of mind to figure out the mysteries of Garrison Nuckols. That itself, is good enough for me. I probably don’t really have the right words to describe the outlook I get on life from this, but strangely enough I think Forrest Gump might. He once famously said, ” I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happening at the same time.” For me, anything that gives me that sense of calmness, in a sense saves me.
In the Moment of the Meantime
We all have a place we would like to go, and although the destination is the ultimate goal, what plays out between start and finish is what defines us.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
I am a slacker
Well as anyone who has checked this page can tell I didn't really follow through with my weekly postings. Life got busy and my attention was very thinly spread in other areas of my life than this blog. Now, however, I feel like I have a good hand on things and I'm going to try to carry out my initial promise. To give a semi-readable rendering of my day to day thoughts and feelings. So without further adieu, here we go.
-Garrison.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Find Your Train
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| When you want to go get some food from a restaurant, how would you go about doing it? First and foremost, you would have to decide what you wanted and where you could go to get it. In summary, you must first choose your destination. Life is not so different. Surprisingly enough, when I talked to a few of my friends about things of this sort, they don’t really know what they want or where they want to go in life to a definitive point. Realizing this, I thought it might be helpful provide a hypothetical situation I use on myself quite often. If I were to tell you today that you were leaving on a train, and that it was taking you to a place far far away. Deep down, you would know exactly where you wanted to go. For myself, this place is more of a state of mind than a set of longitudinal and latitudinal coordinates. Actually, the place I long to be is somewhere I’ve already been, a state of mind and heart that I’ve never come close to replicating since it escaped me . In my thought, a place is only as good as the people you know in it, so of course, where I would like to be taken by that proverbial train has a lot to do with the person(s) I was close to at this time. It wasn’t actually all that long ago in the grand scheme of things, and I wasn’t always content with everything that went on in this time. However, what causes me to lay awake at night and yearn for a way to return is the passion I felt as a person. I knew exactly what I wanted and literally did anything I could to get it. I lived a life of pure passion. My creativity, understanding, and knowledge of who I am as a person were at an unprecedented high. Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoy my life today as much as anyone can, and I’ve still got plenty of wild seeds to sow. However, when the day is done, I’ve gone to bed alone, and lay aimlessly starring at the ceiling as my heart beat hastens and slows as I recap old memories, all my mind can do is attempt to plot a way to take me back to where I was. So for me, it’s never really been a question of where I want to go. Rather, it’s been me on one of those sleepless nights wondering when my train will arrive, so I can be on my way. |
A New Beginning
Hello, and welcome to what should be an interesting venture. As you can see I've decided to start a blog. I've been toying with the idea for awhile and decided there was no better day to start than the first of this 2012 year. This blog (In the Moment of the Meantime) will be dedicated to all those moments in between our lives' destinations that, more or less, define us. This entails the second thoughts we have, our outlook on life, and any of the countless other things we do or change about ourselves both mentally and physically that mold us into the very being we send out into the world each day. So, without further adieu, let's take this moment for all it's worth.
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