I was born a rambling man, trying to make a living doing the best I can

Friday, October 12, 2012

I am still just seeing, barely scraping ideas of it.   There is a lot of alone time, which is real hard, but i think it's good.  I’ve spent money quickly, don't really know where it goes, but i think once it's gone that will be a good thing as well.  You don’t need things or possessions that is one thing i have learned extremely well.  And by possessions I don’t mean ipods,  7 outfits, makeup, books, I mean you don’t really need anything besides some good water, and food, and your health, your health is very very important.  The travel/ get out of your own little tiny life world is fucking amazing, people from all over the world with the same spirit and same mentality, but with different looks, language, and up-bringing.  Everyone is themselves and only themselves and in some sort of weird community all help each other and have a sort of understanding because you are all out doing the same damn wanderings. That’s pretty cool.  I know this too is easier said then done, just live, do what makes you happy. JUST LIVE. I ate a cheese and bread sandwich after caving the other day and let me tell you it was the best cheese and bread I may have ever had (for those of you who don’t know, I don’t eat lots of dairy or lots of bread) Everything that i'd done that day was so mind blowing, physically and mentally that it made eating a simple piece of bread wrapped around cheese perfect.  We were sopping wet, freezing cold, and a little grimy.  After peeling off layers of overall wetsuits, cutoff, holey sweats, horribly nasty socks, zipped up jackets, sweaty helmets, gum boots, and harnesses. Bread and cheese was like ice cream in a hot tub after a 5 hour work out. 

Try to let go of a state of catching up.  Try to just be.  Cheer up, smile, go for a walk, and let it all in.  The reason I can say this so easily now and only after one month is because I have met people who literally have nothing.  They started to “travel” just like me.  With a home and comfort zone behind them, they had bags packed and were doing fine.  And then they stayed too long or ran out of money, some people even had everything stolen.  Still somehow they managed, they are still here.  They sold what was left, they found work, hitched, borrowed, and it works.  It really does work.  These people are not “bums, or hippies, or gypsies” they are just people living breathing, moving from day in and day out, and they are some of the happiest, most beautiful, insightful people I have ever met.

So keep smiling, and never stop moving your feet.