Moby’s Manor

As of recent, I have been involved with an all consuming project that is sucking me dry of time and money. This occupation is the complete remodeling of my first home. I bought the house for 10,000 dollars and let’s just say it needed a crap ton of work. We had to put in new plumbing, new doors, new windows, new insulation, a new kitchen, a new bathroom, new paint, new furniture, new EVERYTHING!!! The project has ballooned into a beast that I brawl with on a daily basis. Some days I jab the beast but most days the beast punches me in the nuts. The beast has taken away one of my most precious possessions-time. Usually, I try to read two books a week and write subsequent posts; that has been extremely difficult and I feel saddened that I am deterred from my passion of knowledge. Thankfully, audiobooks were invented for these situations and I was able to listen to Moby-Dick by Herman Melville during these tumultuous weeks. To put it plainly, Moby-Dick is a masterpiece of writing and I would highly recommend listening to it on audiobook. The characters are brought to life in a way that traditional reading could never accomplish. I was able to hear the seamans’ accents, the pagans’ baritones, the shipmates’ whispers, and the fervor of Captain Ahab. The auditory reading of Ahab’s monologues will send shivers down your spine and really make you understand his obsession with the White Whale.

Ahab was a man on a mission. He could not eat, sleep, or spend one minute of his day without it being tainted with the thoughts of harpooning Moby-Dick. His pursuit of the whale was put at the highest priority and not money, family, or whale oil could deter him from his final goal. Moby-Dick was Ahab’s monster and in the end his vengeance sent him to a watery grave. It was quite fitting that I was reading Moby-Dick during what I felt was my own pursuit of a monster. I, like Ahab, could not think of anything but my project to a point where I was confused for a psychotic person. Stress, sadness, excitement, and a constant forward motion defined my everyday pursuit to “kill” my remodeling project. I was the Ahab of the land and I am still pursuing my whale. Hopefully, I will not let this project kill me but in all honestly it already has taken some of my philosophical beliefs. Before the project, I saw myself as a minimalist that followed Thoreau’s statement, “Give me the poverty that enjoys true wealth.” Now, after spending thousands of dollars I ask myself what is it that I have bought and will this bring me happiness? The whale of consumerism has swallowed me and I have sunk far into it’s rotten gut. This defiling of my beliefs is a great learning moment and I never want to forget my struggle with this beast. Moby’s Manor will be finished soon but I will never be finished fighting the urge to constantly complicate my life with excess. Simplicity and knowledge need to hone my harpoon for the white whales of my future.

2 thoughts on “Moby’s Manor

  1. Welcome to the adult world. This has been a great learning experience to have u see how hard your dad has worked to be as successful as he is. U will appreciate your first home and it will be a sweet spot in your memories due to your own hard work. When u finally move in – it will be a moment of conquest. Enjoy.

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