I’m a high-school teacher, a veteran, and another guy online trying to write something meaningful. And my wife is my favorite person ever.
Currently we’re enjoying living and working in Jakarta, if you can’t tell from all the writing about Indonesia. Piled Life is my plan to practice stuff I’ve found I like: some poetry, a story or two, some nonfiction, some thoughts about our travels.
Any Tennyson readers out there will surely catch the “Ulysses” allusion in the title. I like a title with a good allusion. For those of you who need a little more nudging, the poem is spoken by an aged legend among the Greeks, the famed Ulysses. Discontent with a calm and peaceful life back in his rightful kingdom, he remembers fondly the glory of his warrior and wanderer years, saying,
How dull it is to pause, to make an end.
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains. . .
The old codger wasn’t done exploring yet, and he packed his ship and sailed off in the middle of the night to seek a new adventure. I, too, can’t seem to sit contented when this globe is piled high with life upon life–far too much for me to ever see and taste it all.
At least that’s what I say now–give me a few years and maybe you’ll see the blog’s title change to something like “Why should life all labor be?”