Time Well Spent II: A detour for perspective

The first part of this dual post treatise on how to use my time well, ended on a note of concern. I pointed to the danger of relegating great ideas to trite truisms by refusing to grapple with their implications for daily life. This is a very personal concern. I've only been posting for three weeks, yet already, I sense the pernicious temptation to abandon the posture of a curious learner for the "sage on a stage" persona. The tendency to spout out ideas as mere entertainment (if only for an audience of one), abandoning the potent call to ponder and be transformed that they give. Much like using an inherited, hand-knit scarf as a doormat, failing to truly contend with the ideas we discuss is not only improper, it is an insult - to those we are in conversation with and especially to those to whom we owe the ideas.

Language As A Reminder Of My Limits

In my first post I mentioned that, prior to starting theunconventionalist, I had all but sworn off the discipline of regular writing because I thought I had too much to say - and too much of it was junk. When faced with either the monumental task of shifting through the chaff for the wheat or the unattainable task of churning out written records of my thoughts faster than my brain could churn out junk I chose the written mute. But there was another, more pertinent, reason I was wary of writing - one more rooted in fear than sloth.