Truth

The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
-
Christopher Johnson McCandless

8.19.2013

“Besides which, she would never understand me because I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.” -Jack Kerouac

For Sal and Dean and all you did for me....


"The boys were sleeping, and I was alone in my eternity at the wheel, and the road ran straight as an arrow. Not like driving across Carolina, or Texas, or Arizona, or Illinois; but like driving across the world and into the places where we would finally learn ourselves..."



...Let yourself remember the times you felt invincible, and never forget the streets that you conquered. Dance all the time. Love the most. Respect the balance. Treat others fairly. Don't be discouraged. There are many more bridges ahead.
So love fearlessly, hope sincerely, and have patience.










Paradise.
The love we accept is the love we think we deserve...
is that really the truth?
I met you long ago and I knew that you were the kind of person I've always wanted to know.
The hypotheticals of life over smooth jazz and coffee,
long anxious conversations about choices and the future.
I told you the road was my home, the west is the best,
and you laughed in a way I knew you understood.
In a quiet place at a different time, in another life-

I know I had known you forever.
King of the road, master of adventure you embodied the wanderlust,
and I envied you a little bit, 
your easy ways of staying the calm collected self.
I told you tales of my adventures and your wisdom added perspective.
Somehow everything made sense like it never has before.

And now, in this time and place, I realize simply that long ago is just a phrase...
it sits on a dusty self, just out of reach and taunting me as I go about things.
Second chances are past and all that's left is the nitty gritty present of my existence.
And I add tiny sticks to keep the fire of hope alive.
Because great adventures live on through anything.

They defy time and space and past and future.
I know in another life time, we will sit down again.
I will see the spark in your eyes,
and know that you are the one that really understands.
And we will share our stories.
And everything will be as it's meant to be.
And you'll remind me that everything matters,
and you'll show me the love that I think I deserve.