Into The Unknown

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.


Throwback Thoughts

I am an addict.

To many things probably, but to travel especially.

I don’t know when my addiction with travel started. I would guess it was long before I knew what travel is or could be.

I used to go traveling out of town with my mother as a child. The hotels and modes of transportation intrigued me. The new faces, sites, and smells propelled me to always be curious.

It was all new.

Travel can be kind to you. It can also be hurtful. Sometimes It was beautiful in the moment; but now just memories. Moving on to the next destination. Sitting on a plane, pondering.

“Maybe some day I’ll return to Colombia,” I think.

I’ll have changed and it will have, too. The many friends I met have helped me along my path. Thinking on it now is bittersweet. I am better for having met these people but part of me hurts because I may never see them again. I guess that is life—the moment is always fleeting, so take advantage of the present. You remember snapshots, segments of what you’ve previously learned. A small section of your life…

The cabin begins to shake. The city lights of Mexico City sprawl out as far as the eyes can see and my plane rapidly descends from the clouds.

The only qualm I have with travel is that it effects you forever. It reworks the way you view and perceive life—along with the world. Once you start you can never go back to who you once were. Every interaction, feeling, or thought for forever is changed.

For me it will be an endless search of enlightenment and knowledge. For me it will be an endless endeavor that I will never quite satisfy.