Ahdoyah
This reminds me of fishing, though that entirely remains quite foreign. So I think about the other ways in which "casting" can be used. Can one wake up and decide where to cast themselves for the day? What new and exciting things will happen today, and where shall we cast ourselves to make that happen? "Cast yourself into the light," or "Cast yourself off the rock and into the creek." Fishing poles aren't the only ones that can be cast, apparently. We cast emotions, other people, our garbage, and ourselves all over the place, much like tossing aside, except aside is implied to be the right space for that thing being cast, whatever it was in the first place. Casting denotes an order to a chaotic world. The action itself may connote carelessness and apathy, but all-in-all, the caster knows the place for which to cast. Can it have something to do with throwing yourself out there, with exposure, with the hopes of attracting an outsider and encouraging to take the bait? Is casting all just a game of trust and then devour? We seem to go in it, looking for something, a result of the cast.
We all aspire to be one, somewhere in life. For most, the adolescent innocence of the teenage years is when it happens.
This I did yesterday. Still the last object I used. Homemade. Lathers like a charm. Imperfectly shaped, lumpy at the corners. Still four more bars to go. Will last a while.
Last item I just used. Can still smell its pungent smell on my finger. Handmade. Lumpy, but lathers well. And leaves the skin smooth. Does its job, I guess.
One of my favorite words to live by. Everything is better when it's simplified. "Live simply so others can simply live," is a quotation I take to heart, and try to live by every day. In this world there needs to be more straightforward answers.
Don't like the taste. Don't like the name. Don't like the way it feels. Hopefully I'll never drink it again. I'm a worse person when I'm drinking. Beer just gives me an excuse to make bad decisions. There's nothing healthy about alcohol.