In Two Paragraphs: Beards, Night at the Museum, and The Vigor of Life

Be not afraid of greatness: some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them. -Twelfth Night

I’m growing a beard at the moment. It’s slightly itchy, but it is filling in nicely. If I shape it a little, it may turn out alright. By alright, I mean it’ll do until I decide to stop being lazy and shave it all off. That’s where I’m at on this whole beard bandwagon–a lot of guys make a conscious decision to build a facial follicle masterpiece while I basically decide it’s too hard to shave. It’s not with aspirations of bearded grandeur which I aspire to by keeping this beard thing around another week, it’s just that I don’t aspire to ridding myself of it.

I somehow feel as if Teddy Roosevelt has something to say about being deliberate and intentional in whatsoever one does. Perhaps if I read his Vigor of Life I may have a swanky quote to include in this beard post. To mitigate this, I shall quote Robin Williams’ T.R. quoting Shakespeare to Ben Stiller’s character in Night at the Museum: “Some men are born great, others have greatness thrust upon them.” Trying to render that into the beard train of thought I began with in the first paragraph: Some men are born with beards, others have beards thrust upon them. It works in a stream of consciousness sort of way.