Saturday, February 18, 2012

This lack of freedom is draining me. I sometimes feel everyday here...I lose a part of myself. Monotonous, robotic...so far out of my comfort zone. In four months the opportunity to travel will abound, the road will again be mine, I will regain my femininity. I will be able to wander ALONE. I feel myself rebeling against the system. I feel the captivity driving me to make stupid mistakes. I rode the wrong road, full speed ahead...Funny how falling feels like flying. As I crashed, I felt alive again. The isolation, the fight, the knowledge of self. I will get through this. I have to. Letting go of the road was worse than any breakup. Even though it's only temporary...I am empty without it.

The desert...how I love you. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder...words couldn't be more true. Desert, you are my home. It took me abandoning you in search of great adventure that ended up being far from great to realize that you are the true adventure. You are real. You are life.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Long, lost love

The Army has presented a new adventure for me. I survived the trials and tribulations of basic combat training and have set out on my next journey...AIT. I'm addicted to the gypsy life...always traveling, always free. This newfound captivity has flustered me a bit. However, I'm adjusting...keeping in mind that in 4 months the road will again be my oyster. I miss the road like a long lost lover, like the blood in my veins. I am an empty shell without it. I could never love a man like I love the road. It inhabits every fiber of your being, you sell your soul for it's charcoal gravel. I miss you dear friend. Soon a truck, myself and you will be reunited...untill then...I send my love, living vicariously through the writings of Jack Kerouac and Henry Rollins...knowing soon a new and beautiful adventure awaits...

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Gypsy Soul

Life begins when you boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or have been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.

I wanted to get more out of life so I must lost my inclination for monotonous security and adopted a fiery, passionate style of life that may at first appear to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty. Don't settle down and sit in one place. Move around, be nomadic, make each day a new horizon. You are still going to live a long time and it would be a shame if you did not take the opportunity to revolutionize your life and move into an entirely new realm of experience.

We tend to think joy emanates only or principally from human relationships. God has placed it all around us. It is in everything and anything we might experience. We just have to have the courage to turn against our habitual lifestyle and engage in unconventional living. This beautiful madness is simply waiting out there for you to grasp it, and all you have to do is reach for it.