The Essence
Copyright: Indy, 1999
The Art. It is the expression of our experience. It is difficult to truly capture the "essence" of the experience and blindly label it as art. That’s easy; anybody can call or label anything art, but it may lack the essence. The core, the heart, the depth, the passion....essence. To truly care in emotions that are only understood by the creator is the essence. Many don’t understand the true meaning. The recreationist do it and dismiss it as an activity; a sport. The extremists call it a way of life. It’s neither. At its core lies Art. The careless expression of the feelings and moods that are brought about by the freedoms and emotions, that are truly intertwined in the raw pleasure of the activity, is the essence. You have the unique opportunity to experience the essence and interpret it as you see fit. Maybe it’s the glory. Maybe it’s the fear. Maybe it’s the experience. Nay. I say, it’s the honor. I wake from deep slumbers and feel pride, anger, dread, and terror, but most of all, I feel love. A love that greets me like a cool breeze, but beats me like a chilling wind. As this wind carries my spirit, I am consumed by the journey. It’s a journey that can be traveled, but your destination is never found; drifting like a leaf. Consuming thoughts and memories return us to the unimaginable places of both physical terrain and mental psyche. These places are greeted with fear and loathing, but found to be welcoming and comforting. "Come in. Your stay is welcomed." Friendship is found around every passing corner, but always in the forms that we never expect; mostly from within ourselves. Why? Thusly the unanswerable question. The answer lies within each of us; in our interpretation of the essence. Go out and find it, but remember where it is. It will want you to return and thus, you must. Look deep into your person to find your reasoning with the essence. Alas, I grow tired, but I find peace in knowing what the essence is to me. The Art.