High-way through Babylon
I will start this entry saying that its been 2 years since I've visited this journal. Interestingly enough my last post titled freedom was right before the dawning of a new era. How close and far and in between I've come to it since then. A menage a trios of the search for freedom, the temptations of society and the search for inner wisdom and understanding is and has been in the same bed for two years now. Still I find myself unable to give up the satisfaction of any of them. That road trip and the events following it surely changed my perspective on life for good and still to this day I rack my brain trying to figure it all out. Shortly after I got back from Canada I was evicted from my apartment and chose to move away from south Florida hoping for a new beginning. I guess it came in a sense but the world works in strange ways sometimes. I moved to the never never land located in northern Florida, some people like to call it Gainesville. Here I learned that people aren't always what we think them to be and although they put on a kind-hearted facade peel back those layers and you will find an empty shell of someone who will do anything for that next hustle or fix. I was certainly aware of it before but I've been blessed with good friends most of my life and have never had it directly affect me. Those in and out of reality days, where nothing is as it is. Strange days filled with acrylic skies, purple and green butterflies. Everything a bit more colorful and symbolical that it probably should have been. Maybe if I had paid more attention to things I wouldn't have gotten myself into the situation I did. But being young and invincible I didn't even bat an eye.
But i digress, I come to you now maybe not a whole lot wiser but a little more learned. My dilemma is this: I've been bitten by the travel bug but can't seem to tear myself away from domesticity's temptations. Not so much materiality as emotionally. I find myself wanting more and more everyday, searching for that great adventure to get my fix. The months I lived with nothing but the pack on my back and the open road were some of my best and I wish to recapture that feeling. I just know that it can't be done in my current state of affairs.
But i digress, I come to you now maybe not a whole lot wiser but a little more learned. My dilemma is this: I've been bitten by the travel bug but can't seem to tear myself away from domesticity's temptations. Not so much materiality as emotionally. I find myself wanting more and more everyday, searching for that great adventure to get my fix. The months I lived with nothing but the pack on my back and the open road were some of my best and I wish to recapture that feeling. I just know that it can't be done in my current state of affairs.