Thoughts from when I was walking from the train to work

First theory: A man needs difficulty and must use his hands. The world will end or his life will end and there will be judgment, and he who was able to survive using only his hands and physical strength and acute abilities learned while on adventure, or while off-piste, is worthy. This man, who had nothing and proved everything, was subsequently judged to be superior and worthy.

Meanwhile the man with no physical difficulty and who was provided for by others, was judged as unworthy and the most terrible thing happen next, to him.


Second theory: Physical difficulty and life on the road provide many lessons but ultimately, worthiness shall be judged not by a supreme being, but rather, by he himself who figures this motherfucker out. Adventure often focuses what might be needed to survive when everything is foreign, but, foreign remains foreign even when the world is about to end, much as community and comfort remain so as the world ends.

The theory above shall be understood universally; in other words, "foreign" "community" and "comfort" among other similar descriptors, must be interpreted appropriately and in other words have different meanings in different contexts.


Merged theory: "Hustle" is. If you hustle in the morning and in the afternoon, then you hustle at night, and you work, and you're still not satisfied you might be hustling. You haven't given up and you haven't stopped, and yet you'd hardly describe yourself as comfortable or done or even happy, so you're working. You don't give a fuck how you are judged.


(I compare and contrast my life with the life of the  turista ciclistica sudamerican y fuerte and I am both satisfied and disappointed. It is one of the things I obsess about and would love to describe or discuss with a stranger)