Off to a Good Start

And so we begin. Tune the instruments. Tighten the screws. Hitch up the horses. Wash the car and change the oil. We are going on a journey.

Every once in a while I want to go. Somewhere. Anywhere. I would like to travel, maybe even to exotic places. I read a blog from someone who had went to the Amazon. This couple travels to places like the Amazon, and I’m not talking about the store, so I enjoy reading what about their experiences. It’s exciting. Sometimes though I wonder if I don’t enjoy the thought of having been a world traveler more than I really want to travel.

The thought of commuting gives me a headache. All of the packing and catching planes and ticket purchasing and money exchanges.  Just the thought makes my head want to explode. I remember various trips I’ve taken just inside the states.

I have started a travel fund. I thought I’d save up the money and then I’d be ready. No more excuses. Well at least not that one. I’m sure I could come up with another if I needed to. My main problem with travelling is that I don’t want to go alone. Very boring. Interacting with another person is some of what makes it special. I know, there are those who will argue with me about it, but I’m such a loner in the rest of my life that I can talk myself out of going and doing the activities during the trip. So imagine I’m in my hotel room in Paris and I can’t leave the room because I’m tired. Who will shove me out the door to go have coffee at the bistro down the street? I need someone who is excited about getting out and seeing the sights. I don’t want to go constantly but some is necessary or otherwise why go at all?

I found this http://www.sixthman.net/ and it looks interesting. I’d enjoy listening to music and meeting the band. I can drink and be a groupie for a couple of days.

An Artist’s Soul

Artists live by their own rules. Many say they walk to the beat of their own drum. I agree. I also believe they have their own view of life that’s not shared by many.

Most look at artists and wanderers and think they honor poverty, but I don’t think that’s the case. I honestly think they don’t wish to bow to anyone else or live restricted by any dogma. I don’t think they set out to be poor. Or alone. It’s not always a choice though. If brought to the choice of following someone’s rules, having the steady paycheck and climbing the required ladder to success I often turn away. Usually the path that I revert to isn’t really a path. Stepping off the beaten path means walking alone sometimes. Making your own path and using your own guidance. I’m not poor by any means, but I’m not where I could have been had I chosen to suck it up and not speak out. I might have been able to do that but I truly doubt it. It oozes out of my pores. People can smell the distinct smell of anarchy on me some days.  I’m okay with that.

The joy of life is the walk. Step by step. Skip by skip. Leap by leap. There is no fun following someone down a path you don’t really want to travel. I choose to step off that path. Call me a coward. Call me a quitter. Or call me a wanderer, it really doesn’t matter to me. After about two or three steps away from the path that you’re travelling, I won’t be able to hear you. I’m on to the next sunrise just over that ridge.

I found this post recently and was a bit moved by the story. I hope you can stop by and read it. Wandering Corpse of Humanity’s Soul