72- To, and Fro

I've been going back and forth about where to go for the holiday season. While the decision is dependent, in part, on the prices of airline tickets, I too have found myself wanting to go somewhere which offers an experience that goes beyond the usual.

The company of people I appreciate is also something I have factored in.

So where to go? What to do?

The clock is ticking.

MC

71- Decisions

I still can't decide where to travel to to escape the craziness of my current state of being.

Decisions, decisions.

MC

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70- Rise

Power to the people.

With a twist.

"What's life without a hint, a tinge of color?"

---The Birdcage, Albert

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69- Mom, I Spilled Some Ink

Okay. Quite frankly, I am perplexed. 

How does one go from feeling an optimism defined in large part by a very real sense of purpose, backed by a very real, tangible, notion that everything CAN happen because ability exists behind every word, to feeling absolutely lost, in a span of a year? 

Try going for gold in an arena you don't belong in, or, in simpler terms, trying claiming you can cook a 5-star duck dish, when in truth, your hand needs ro be held when you fry an egg. 

I started this Travel Blog in the first quarter of this year as a venue wherein I could pay homage to the gods of travel and adventure with whom I have been privileged to have "break bread" with. Lately, I have not really managed to travel very much. The only excursions I have had have been excursions in my mind. I admittedly have a very active mind and so, the imaginary trysts have been quite a thrill. 

Those aren't enough to satisfy my thirst for adventure, though. It's like drinking wine while at the beach in the middle of summer. Liquid is meant to quench thirst, but my goodness, please, choose the right kind of liquid to guzzle down. 

I need to travel. I need to find myself. I need to take my creative reins back. I have become complacent. I have let "The Man", win. I should have placed him in a pinning predicament a long time ago when I had the chance. 

It will not be easy balancing a dream with the concept of pragmatism. No sir. But it can happen. I've seen it done before. Is it a simple matter? Not by any stretch.

If I don't find my inspiration, I might as well die like a snail- crushed, devoid of a very real idea of radiance, and of transcendence- of being more than just a mollusk without any real purpose, seemingly, other than being basted and served in a Gordon Ramsay restaurant. 

I've spilled ink on white linen. 

You may call it a mess, but I call it "beauty" not even a gallon of Didi Seven can remove. 

MC

68- The Boss

Before you run through the fields, don't forget to don your leather jacket and crank up some stuff by The Boss.

Thunder Road indeed.

MC

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67- Voyager

Journeys are often defined by- intent, and purpose. 

I have constantly failed to understand the intent and purpose behind working in an office- not because there is no sense to what people in an office actually do, but because, often times, the work loses meaning when viewed from the greater scheme of things. 

What does this all mean anyway? 

So we ask. 

Would you rather explore the world on foot- go on a run through the continents- as opposed to donning a suit? 

A part of me, unequivocally, says yes. 

MC

66- Ageing

We hear the phrase all the time.

"Time flies."
"Tempus fugit."

I am 31 years old. I was driving to the gas station today and for the first time, I felt really old. I am not sure what the triggered the thought. I just really felt it. Maybe it was me having seen some youths crossing the street, or, me forgetting exactly what I needed to buy at the supermarket. Whatever the case, it isn't really all too hot to be numerically the inverse of "naught".

It has been 9 years since I graduated from college, and I will be the first to admit that I would have wanted to have been able to do a bit more with my time as a student. Discovering one's self being an almost "default" thing? I hate that. I detest the fact that "most people have to experience it to be able to grow". All in all, it can serve as a monumental waste of time. Find yourself while the rest of the universe evolves into a truly multifaceted species, will you?

This post is not necessarily about regret. It is more about pondering on where the heck all the time's gone. If we were to look at the subject from the perspective of traveling, think of it as being shocked that your magical vacation's just concluded when really, it seems like it had only just begun. Imagine the best meal of your life, finished before you could even imagine ordering seconds. It's one of those things that people forever wonder about, complain about, and discuss, but never really quite understand, or, dare I say, remedy.

For the first time in my life, it feels like the "scenic" leg of the "trip" is on its way to completion. Many great things could very well still arrive, but things will never be the same.

You can always be great.

But kid, you can't be 18 forever.

My goodness, do I feel like an old man who has a million and ome musings today, or what?

MC

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