Oh that wonderful journey. It is the
best part of life. Growing up all I heard and learned was about the
destination. Looking back on it the destination was always about
fame, money, and power. To have a high paying career. The whole
destination was about appearances.
In my opinion, it really is a sad way
to live a life. When the destination is the goal, is it even
possible to truly enjoy the journey?
If I drive a brand new import car with
all the bells and whistles and that was my destination... what
journey was taken to get there? For me and the life I have had the
journey would have been many years of hard work and a loan payment
that would have ended up costing more then the car itself... three
times over. What was so important with this destination? The
appearance and nothing more.
When I was in college, what now seems
like a lifetime ago, I wanted fortune and I wanted good times. Kind
of like Charlie Sheen and that attitude of *winning*. When I dropped
out of school I had an ass kicking stereo. A fourteen piece musical
home that could be heard blocks away. I was also dealing drugs at
the time.
To keep up the appearance I quit my day
job, grew my hair long, and partied all night. Gave money away
freely. I had reached my destination and it had the appearance of
being cool and being hip. To keep up that appearance my behavior
towards non-partying people grew cold. They weren't hip and they did
nothing for my appearance.
Today, I enjoy the journey. What is
the journey? To experience life and all that it has to offer. In
2010, my journey took me to England. The trip was amazing but the
journey to get there was probably even more amazing.
I didn't have a passport. So first, I
had to get my certified birth certificate, which led to hours of
searching on the Internet and where to go to obtain it. With that
done, I was able to get my passport. As I waited for that I began
looking at airlines and the best way to not only get halfway across
America, but also get across the pond to get to England.
So when I finally got to England did I
reach my destination? No, not yet because it wasn't the destination
of England I wanted. It was the experience of England I wanted. I
wanted it so much that I returned there in 2011 and will be heading
there again in 2012.
Why England? It's an experience I
never dreamed of having which is part of the reason I wanted to
experience it.
I used to say that I would never leave
America on my journey because there is so much to see and experience
here. Which is true. My journey has given me that experience. An
experience that very few people can say they share. An experience
that I don't care to experience anymore right now.
And to me that is the paradox. I want
to continue my journey, physical and spiritual, but that journey
isn't necessarily where I am at right now.
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