Like most careers mine started with a passionate vision of what I wanted to be a part of; what I wanted to become. My father had a lot to do with that vision. And like many young boys I had visions which might have been I bit out of focus catering to a theme woven into the culture of The United States itself. A theme which captivates the hearts and spirits of boys, and some young men growing up. I like to think this theme is nurtured by many boys and adolescents playing, “good guys vs. bad guys.” Somewhere in enthusiastic neighborhood and school yard games an invisible line was crossed breathing ambition— igniting purpose. Like many young men or boys I eventually took myself past playful schoolyard scenarios, and played sports a little harder; I studied a little longer testing possibility defining what kind of man I might become. Somewhere down the line I made a very personal decision and became a soldier. So is the imagination of young impressionable boys and men. Dreams and the imagination are extraordinarily powerful. It is amazing how the oldest of memories of youth, under closer examination, might not be a memory at all, but rather what we wish it to have been. A dream of a sort. Self-generated images, redirected recollections, which have a certain pathos along with a private hyperbole motivating and inspiring. I have spent a lifetime maintaining my inspiration through vivid visions, dreams, and setting goals. And by doing so I have generated and regenerated a lot of emotion and passion. Eventually choices and decisions were addressed challenging resolve. There were moments when I have had to make the hard choices designing my life; designing who I am, what I will be. It is a constant evolution happening at all times. Some of those choices groomed me without me weighing consequence. That’s not to say I would change my history if I was given a chance, but there might be some regret that accumulated. There is some remorse. It is funny how heavy it can get; how much of the soul slips through the cracks when not looking—when ambitions run high. The precise nature of sacrifice escaped me at times. Dale Comstock~ Excerpt from Apex Man
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 09:02:56 +0000
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