This time I have went fully over the edge.
I am for sure not the same man I was three months ago. Personally, I was in an extremely dark place and had been for sometime after the death of my father. Many things left unsaid, many things that will forever be left unsaid.
To say that this trip changed me, enlightened me, or fixed me is a gross fucking understatement. Things happen to you in life at just the exact moment you need them to happen. I’ve spent countless sleepless nights in foreign places, thinking, marinating, escaping.
I’ve learned a lot from these few months on the road. I’ve learned how to love again, how to smile, but most of all, I’ve learned how to let go of a fascination with change. There will always, for better or worse, be change. The best advice I could give to a broken soul is:
Get. Fucking. Lost.
It was the best thing I ever did with my life.
Being a stranger in a strange land—endlessly curious—continues to change me. There is zen found through a blank stare out the bus window as landscapes make way for cityscapes, which tends to be indescribable. A person can find solace in parts of travel, I know this is the case for me. These days it’s inescapable.
My heart beats for the unknown, the uncharted.
I haven’t had much to say or write during these times. Probably won’t for sometime to come. Sometimes you seem so broken that you cannot be fixed.
You can be.
Never stop going forward, and wherever your road takes you, don’t forget to soak it all in.
Until we meet again, in this life or the next.