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So I'm going through one of my infamous "purging stages."
I really just want to sell most of my stuff and drive off into the distance. Live on the streets somewhere. Work where I can when I want. Talk to people. Make friends. Make enemies. Stop worrying about money, food, shelter, personal appearance, friends, school, and all the other "necessities" of life.
Deep down though, I know this is just me trying to run away from myself, and the problem with this plan is that I will always be there.
I think my "love of travel" is actually just a vain hope that someday I'll go somewhere, and everything within me will change and there will be a new Devin there. That I'll be walking down the street and happen upon a stranger who has a nice smile, and we'll strike up a conversation wherein everything clicks and I suddenly have a full and meaningful life. I'll have real friends that call me, and a real lover that loves me, and every minute will be an enjoyable experience be it good or bad, because I'll be surrounded by people and times that I love.
Of course, none of this will ever happen, because the problem is, and always has been, me.
I am my problem.
No one else.
I can travel all I want, meet all the interesting people in the world, see every great wonder of the world, experience every fantastic moment life has to offer, and I will still be-
Devin Knight Whipple.
I really just want to sell most of my stuff and drive off into the distance. Live on the streets somewhere. Work where I can when I want. Talk to people. Make friends. Make enemies. Stop worrying about money, food, shelter, personal appearance, friends, school, and all the other "necessities" of life.
Deep down though, I know this is just me trying to run away from myself, and the problem with this plan is that I will always be there.
I think my "love of travel" is actually just a vain hope that someday I'll go somewhere, and everything within me will change and there will be a new Devin there. That I'll be walking down the street and happen upon a stranger who has a nice smile, and we'll strike up a conversation wherein everything clicks and I suddenly have a full and meaningful life. I'll have real friends that call me, and a real lover that loves me, and every minute will be an enjoyable experience be it good or bad, because I'll be surrounded by people and times that I love.
Of course, none of this will ever happen, because the problem is, and always has been, me.
I am my problem.
No one else.
I can travel all I want, meet all the interesting people in the world, see every great wonder of the world, experience every fantastic moment life has to offer, and I will still be-
Devin Knight Whipple.