So it’s been 2.5 months staying out here in the West Coast… more or less since I had left my home in Silver Spring, MD (formerly Takoma Park, MD) on August 15th, 2014. Previous to that, I was coasting for some years in some decent jobs (I wouldn’t call them careers, but they were good preemptive jobs leading to my ultimate career. Also, about 13 years ago I had intended on dropping out of school (which I did eventulaly, and took a year off and graduated shortly after) and walk to California. That plan was squashed eventually, but then I felt for the longest time after that proposed trip – graduating college, working, and having some success in competitive martial arts and coaching – that I was living an illusion or someone else’s life.
Life was all about showing up to some job on time, balancing leisure time with friends and my own pursuit, and worrying about the ever impending “future” (which never really exists) with savings, mortgage, retirement, family, career, and all that crap. Basically, a bunch of shit I don’t care about. I was moving forward with my well-dressed, young profesional facade en route to some improved career standings and living conditions and earning more, saving more, and working towards being able to settle down with another person, blah blah blah.
I’m a spiritual person, so none of that pre-paved bullshit means anything. Then someone bumped me from the rear, probably a texter, and I had some other shit happen in my life. That urged me to pursue my dream as a writer and helped inspire a whole florid variety of interests including sociology/social justice, self-help and fiction writing, and being a disciple of the Medicine Buddha. In essence, I hit the road and embraced the real and felt inspiration and dreams pumping through my system.
This trip wasn’t without its hitches including running over a rock in the middle of a mountain, almost running out of gas in the mountains twice (always got to a gas station within my last 5 miles or so. Also, lived through a few desperate times including living out of my car, endless confrontations with the police, almost getting towed twice (when sleeping in some posh parking lots), and setting up tents in the pitch black with wind and/or rain splashing on me.
All the things I listed above were not negative things, but the makings of an adventure. My definition of an adventure is going on a trip that at first seems exciting, but then at some point during it you want go home. That your bounds and limitations were so stretched that you couldn’t help but grow, struggle, become desperate, and laugh about it afterward! It’s crucial to life to keep growing!
I have met some beautiful people, renewed my interest in martial arts and meditation, and have found a new lifestyle and lifeview that I can view with that paves my lilfe and future with clarity the way I want it. That’s the end and be all; that’s all she wrote.
I hope everyone can go on an adventure, especially cross country road trip (all you need is about $1000 or less and a car with gas).that helps them transform and change on the inside.
God Bless! 🙂