Philosophy, Ramblings, Travel

Distracted

Asking kids what they want to do with their life is crippling.

It drives them to the point of anxiety.

At which point everyone walks around thinking that if they don’t know the next move then they have failed.

I never had any intention of ruling the world.

It was somewhere outside of Delaware, late into the night.

That’s when I found myself.

Or it could have been on an empty train lost in northern Italy.

Yeah, That’s where I found myself.

It could have been in a foreign airport, or an open road, even a drunken night out laughing with friends; but maybe I haven’t found myself yet.

Maybe the man I’m looking for so hopelessly is still out there waiting to be discovered.

Could it be that with each sip of whiskey, each mile, each fear, the innocent laughs and the unbarring tears, that I’m closer to finding what makes me up?

I can’t help as I take this late night drive but to conjure up all the emotions I once had on these very roads. Maybe these memories compose the man I am. These events that at one point impacted my every being.

Could familiarity be what makes a man or is it something greater?

Do we learn, grow and get wiser? Or just familiar.

As for me?

Well, I am still at a crossroads.

The feeling of a million things pulling me in all directions.

I guess the road can do that to you after awhile. It turns you into something new while you are still searching for what you once were.

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Philosophy, Ramblings, Travel

Open Sky

God, it used to be so much different; the world seemed like a lighter place. Now we have moved far from the simplicity we once took for granted. Now we look back at the roughest of times and whisper, "man, those were the days". As if we would go back and relive those moments.

Well the truth is we wouldn't.

We would scream and yell the same obscenities that once flowed from our lips.

Nostalgia is pain and the future is bleak at best, so live in the moment.

Kiss in a downpour; drink to excess; eat like a glutton; love, curse, fight, walk slowly. Because moments are fleeting and one day you will look back with starry tear-filled eyes and think… "God, it used to be so much different; the world seemed like a lighter place".

But you don't know.

You don't know what it's like to lie in bed sleepless with all these ramblings in your head.

Tough times don't breed tough people.

Tough times are just that–tough.

And you should, you should go gentle into that good night; because, raging against it will only prolong the inevitable.

People fucking fade.

So when my day comes to catch up on sleep–I'll embrace it like an old friend.

I've lived well.

No rage. Just love.

Riding off into that good night like a cowboy to the sunset.

I want to be like John Wayne in one of those spaghetti westerns. Tipping my hat to my lady and galloping away, never to be seen again.

At the end of the day, life is not about money, fame, or any of those petty attainments.

Life is about empathy.

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