Walking the Road to Freedom by Mark Hatmaker

 


The What of This Walk

Pulitzer Prize and Presidential Medal of Freedom winning historian/author, Will Durant was once asked to deliver a “Best of” list, a compendium of volumes to consume for a well-rounded education; he labeled this list “The Road to Freedom.”

His implication in labeling it that being, that an encompassing view from the mountaintop of all that can be surveyed brings greater understanding and more comforting salve than narrow vistas, no matter how far-seeing and penetrating these singular studies may be.

He proclaimed that becoming a broad generalist confers more gains than those accrued from more focused and exclusive reading.

In essence, the geometer knows more of geometry by reading all of Euclid to the exclusion of all else than the generalist ever will.

And…

The theologian knows more of the recondite arguments of theodicy than a geometer ever will.

And…

The “self-helper” knows more of “Winning Friends” [as if friendship were a battle], and “influencing people” [again-people as an obstacle to turn], and other such “relationship hacks” than the geometer and theologian put together.

Whereas, in Durant’s mountaintop view, freedom of thought, freedom of expression, freedom of fluid understanding is found more in the ability to navigate many roads, tread myriad paths than any single staked out trail.

His, and like paths to freedom, are less about optimizing this or that singular attribute or “life goal” than they are about settling the mind, body, and spirit into amiable and able satisfaction and providing the resolve to explore as many paths as our curiosity dictates.

This Road to Freedom is not necessarily about Success with a capital S.

This Road to Freedom is about Life Aesthetics.

This Road to Freedom is about living with Elegance.

With aesthetics and elegance in mind, perhaps Success is indeed the goal—with an even larger S.



The Why of This Walk

I offer paving stones that I have found of value, invigorating, or provoking from my own walk along this road. I offer them in the same spirit as one may share a table and sample a tasty but unfamiliar dish.

Mmm, this is delicious, dip your fork in that, you might dig it, too.”

If you dig it---Win/Win.

If that forkful is not to your taste, perhaps the next sampling will be.

Trust they are all offered to delight palates, inspire broader menu choices, and to fortify the Self for the continued Walk.

Some offerings will be a single spoonful. [Unlike this one.]

Some will be a bit heartier. [Like this one.]

The Paving Stones of This Walk

Although I referenced Mr. Durant’s list, I will not be focusing upon it. Some spoonfuls will come from it, but most will not.

Different palates and all that noise.

My palate tends to the pragmatic, the usable, the “Get off your ass, Hatmaker and Go!” menu.

A large sampling from Warriors past and present, pragmatic military strategists, Classicists, and interspersed, more than a few poets, playwrights, genteel letter-writers and “Average” men and women who lived in the thick of things.

Abstractions, utopians, moralists, do not move me.

I am moved by those who moved. People who used their minds and bodies in tandem, who put their money where their mouth is via action.

One sentence from William Beebe’s account of being at the bottom of the sea in a bathysphere awakens in me what no textbook on H2O ever could or will.

Skin in the Game abides here.

The Toll of This Walk, Part 1

Skin in the Game. Doers. “Money where the mouth is” are writ large on the signposts.

I will offer the occasional, “Hey, we can do better than just read a chewy quote, can’t we?”

I will offer the occasional Homework or Self-Assessment Tests or “Put Up or Shut Up” Task.

These test our resolve to do more than read, agree, scroll to the next thing we agree with and go on unchanged without a true step taken.

Of course, these “tasks” are not compulsory, but you know, and I know—no foot on the pedal means no gas in the tank or grit in the soul.

The Toll of This Walk, Part 2 [FAQ]

How often will paving stones or spoonfuls be offered?

Dunno, depends on you.

Will there be a podcast supplement so I can skip the readin’?

Dunno, depends on you.

Will there be an Accountability Society for Hard-Chargers who want some gentle convivial encouragement along the way from other travelers?

Dunno, depends on you.

By “Dunno,” I mean, I, like you, am a bit busy what with life, keeping a roof overhead, hugging loved ones, smellin’ flowers and such.

Your own enthusiasm, be that vocal support, subscribing, sharing, supporting with jack in pocket decides how much time, how much effort I put into something that ain’t my day job.

You get what I’m sayin’. I walk this path to the best of my ability and will do so till the last step.

I would loooove a large mob of open-hearted fellow travelers every inch of the way.

But…I will not, nor should you, ever continue a venture that pays no returns in regard or livelihood.

So, what’s it to be? Join me on this walk? If so, pleased as hell to have you!

If not, thanks for even reading this invitation—enjoy whatever walk you’re taking.

And if you are joining me, well, it’s up to you to decide how much toll you’re wagering the ride is worth.



A spoonful for the road…

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There is a delight in singing, though none hear

Beside the singer.”—Walter Savage Landor “To Robert Browning” [1846]

·        If we require an audience to do good….

·        If we require applause after a task…

·        If…

·        Well, perhaps we have a sign that what we are doing with our life is performative and not coming from the soul.

·        We often sing some old tune [ZZ Top’s “La Grange” in my case], hum a tune, whistle tunelessly for the mere joy of doing it.

·        We are at our bests when we find tunes in everything we do.

·        Everything, from cooking dinner to weeding the garden.

·        Not everyone may hear or even enjoy our music, but…

·        At least one person will hear it, you.

·        And the person singing, humming, whistling is always having more fun than the one who ain’t.

Mabitsiar’u Hait’si!

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