Uh, we are all seeking both. That is the fundamental strain of being human — the struggle between a need for novelty and a need for familiarity. We are all both tribesman and traveler — though in varied proportion. I love the traveler more in my own particular self.
the liquid world
merges with the earth,
and both are one.
Autumn breeze and then a lag and then leaves fall slantwise.
boats glide across the lake, barely faster than the sun drops.
As far as life experiences, I find just about everything gets better with age. It’s probably to do with the dawning realization that most of the shit one has gotten worked up about over the years wasn’t worth it (as well as the realization that one has fewer years ahead than behind and so one had better get on with it in an aware kind of way.) As icing on the cake, I’m virtually certain to be long gone before the oceans boil or the robots rise up and massacre humanity.
If the question is what kind of things get better with age… certainly not french fries.
brain numb. voice dumb. a wicked harmonic builds in the core - tuned to volcanically vibrant skies. flash fires of feeling riffle through the body. the tone dials into a whine that bursts into a scream.
the well-groomed garden holds nature at bay, only through constant effort.
