"It started out as a feeling, Which then grew into a hope - Which then turned into a quiet thought- Which then turned into a quiet word- And then that word grew louder and louder... 'Til it was a battle cry. I'll come back when you call me, No need to say goodbye..."

“I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.” 

― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.” 

― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

The most important thing in my life, and the thing I try to focus on, is to try not to live a life of cruelty. That means trying to make sure I look people in the eye when I meet them. Sometimes you jump in a taxi, or maybe you only have two minutes with someone, and you never see them again. I try to always look them in the eye and have a real experience of what it is to communicate with someone...I guess it's about trying to live a life where I'm not contributing to the cruelty in the world....While I am on this planet, I want everyone I meet to know that I am grateful they are here.

Jessica. Chastain.

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
'Til they're before your eyes
You'll come back when they call you
No need to say goodbye

Regina Spektor

We wear our scarves just like a noose
But not 'cause we want eternal sleep
And though our parts are slightly used
New ones are slave labor you can keep

We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious

Regina Spektor

There is a gentle peacefulness in getting to where you hoped to be.

To have things fall into place the exact way you wanted them to fall together,

and to be in an easy satisfaction,
the type that is embedded deeply in the inner parts of your soul.

Its interesting,

to put so much energy and thought and hopefulness into a goal,

and then to actually cross the finish line.

Now I'm looking back on it all,

grateful to have reached this point.

And there is a certain emptiness in what remains.

But not a desperate emptiness,

a void of despair..

but rather a pool of calm.

Self-actualized platform,

standing on the peak of the metaphorical mountain,

sailing out to sea into the sunset,

coming home after a long holiday...

It makes me ponder what is next.

Not as urgent to fill-in-the-blanks,

but not forgetting to savor any of the moments of the present.

Who knows...

I never expected the ending of something to really turn out to be the beginning of something else.

A long road traveled,

many miles in the rear-view mirror,

so much leaving,

all in the name of heading West.

In a way its every bit as magical and satisfactory as I hoped it to be.
Washing over me, waves of soothing peacefulness.

Different then the East.

The concrete jungle was so easily accepting of who I was in the moment,

and so accommodating of the person I was struggling to be.

The East allowed me to fall into the steady discomfort of figuring out who I was...
and it protected me as I fought the daily grind.
And revealed the things I needed to know at the pace I needed to discover them.

I am endlessly grateful for that experience.
Because it has brought me to this place.

The West has proven to show me a different type of satisfaction.

In a way,
being here has been validating of the person I have become.

It's allowed me to create my world instead of participate in it.
Freedom and liberation from a lost self,

and I ca move about it in the purest fashion.

No longer the threat of looming transition,

but a quiet whisper of,

"stay for a while, this is where you're supposed to be."

I now find myself waiting on the future,

instead of forcing myself to conjure it.
"It won't be like this for long" mentality has gone away.
Because I know I have finally arrived.

And it's causing time to flow as organically as I have ever experienced it.

Days filled with sunshine and ocean,

and city lights...

the most therapeutic landscapes for a wandering gypsy like myself.

I can't help but think about a future nowadays,

which I have never allowed myself to dream of before.

Permanence and contentment are foreign travelers in my new world.

I welcome these visitors but stand awkwardly watching them from a distance,

the act as strangers I hope to gain trust from.

For someone who has naturally lived in a past,

it's flipping my world upside down to be coaxed into a future.

But as days pass,

and months pass,

years will also begin to slip away.

And whatever was once, has already become tiny specks of my history.

The strange feeling that nothing has ever existed before,

except for this.

I hope its the same for you,

when you get where you going.

You remember everything that brought you to where you are.

And every moment that seems stretched out and pointless,

has a clear meaning and purpose to your current existence.

And at some point you reach the understanding that it always had to be this way.

And the choices you made along the way were signs pointing you down this path.

And you remain brave as you navigate the unknown landscapes that decorate your world.

Remember that bravery is not the absence of fear,

but the creating of opportunity and experience amidst the things you are afraid of.

Don't worry,

loneliness is an expected side affect of transition.

Use it to examine yourself and work on creating a better version of self.

Be nicer to yourself too,

because you'll find that you're the only one truly in your corner,

and you're stuck with yourself,

so be your own best friend,

and resist the urge to be your worst enemy.

Do you know what I mean?

Life is this unbelievable opportunity,

and while it is not always easy,

it's a gift to be cherished.

I am unspeakably grateful to have been in the places I have been,

and seen the things I have seen,

and experienced the people I have met along the way.

For me,

it has been,

and will always be,
 this constant evolution of self.

Trying to live as the best version as possible at the point I'm at...

Patience will always be something I struggle with,

and I'm constantly needing to remind myself to slow down a little bit,

and also observe the natural beauty of my surroundings.

But I will never run in the opposite direction when faced with newness,
and I will continue to seize the day.
And treat each new day that passes as a brand new start.
And I accept the fact that I will always need change to fuel and to motivate and to inspire.
Because someone people are just this way.

And love.

The great and omnipotent force.

I will never truly understand love,

but I'm okay with this,

because I know it's as necessary as oxygen to maintain living.

To really and truly be alive is to have love.

Its the essence of every single thing,

and it's undeniable.

Its everywhere all the time,

and it's so important to practice love as often as you can.

Because love creates a beautiful selflessness...

And in order to be the best version,

I know love will be a building block,
held at the very core of who I am,

and I want create a genuine integrity,

and I want to find a connections with the people and things that surround me.

And in order to do this,

I must start with love.

Just remember,

even though it might be overwhelming right now...

it all matters,

and it will all fall into place soon.

"Hello from the other side I must've called a thousand times...To tell you I'm sorry, for everything that I've done-But when I call you never seem to be home..."

Hello, how are you?
It's so typical of me to talk about myself, I'm sorry
I hope that you're well
Did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happened?

It's no secret
That the both of us are running out of time

To tell you I'm sorry, for breaking your heart
But it don't matter, it clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore.

"The only way to do great work is to love what you do...

Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle." -Steve Jobs

It's not easy to know
I'm not anything like I used to be
Although it's true
I was never attention's sweet center
I still remember that girl

She's imperfect but she tries
She is good but she lies
She is hard on herself
She is broken and won't ask for help
She is messy but she's kind
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up
And baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone but she used to be mine

I wonder if our brain has a certain kind of purgatory,

built too trap memories,

forcing you to analyze and reanalyze what things mean,

over and over again.

A lot of things have happened,

and an extremely accelerated version of life has been a reality for the last six years.

The most intense type of journey,

with new places.

There have only been a few constants that remained in the ever changing landscapes.

Common themes that have influenced various decision.

Bravery, patience, an unquenchable thirst for newness...

Most carry an strong significance,

most carry symbolism of transformation.

Certain things that fell into place,

others that help to build harder decisions.

People who have appeared and reappeared,

and people who have disappeared.

I think about the meanings of different relationships,

and the lessons learned from growing together,

and the importance of placing a naive trust in something so new.

I never understood why it began,

but really I never understood why it continued.

Memories stuck in the purgatory that is my own mind.

It is a dull feeling to have lost it.

It feels like a large piece of life is missing...

and some days pass without any reflection,

and then I wonder how you find your way into my sleep,

and appear in dreams like a ghost.

The power of imagination is an unbreakable force.

The things we create in our mind can easily slip into reality.

But be careful about these things,

because maybe it was never supposed to be that way.

Have you ever wanted something so badly,

and then all of a sudden...you have it?

You call upon the universe,

and project your subconscious so deeply,

that things start to bend to your will?

That's the unbreakable force I'm referring too.

And I wonder if such whimsical dreaming is impossible to decorate with a simple explanation.

So you just mull it over and over,

and wonder if it would have been different if you never appeared.

Wondering where you disappeared,

wondering if you made it out of that town where nothing ever happens.

I'm sorry it unfolded this way.

Thousands of scenarios,

and we have found the one that grows us in opposite directions.

Or maybe I wished it into reality.

Don't forget that strength that you had,

the endless encouragement and optimism,

from the very beginning.

I always thought I was following behind you,

but maybe you were waiting for me to figure it out first.

Some paths cross back and fourth,

making figure 8's all over life's landscape.

While other paths run parallel,

perfectly in unison,

side by side,

but never ever coming in contact with each other.

Hitting each moment at the same time,

but living separately,

each it's own experience,

each it's own journey.

It's unfair to ask you to remember it the way I remember it,

but every now and then I wish you could see it from my perspective,

and I from yours...

Anyways,

let me tell you all about how it's been for me.

The drive was epic,

completely different than I expected,

less cactus and open road,

more mountains and red sand.

My expectations about the west were altered,

but it was incredible to be places I had never been.

Upon arrival, I headed for the ocean.

It's a magnetic force and I constantly feel it drawing me in.

Sunset, sand, the red ball of fire dipping into the ocean.

Palm trees everywhere.

And then, at first, it was like living a dream.

Some parts are familiar,

and there is a feeling of safety and security that wasn't in the East,

but yet that sense that while its been similar,

it's never been like this before.

Adjusting to landscapes and letting it sink in,

with all the permanence that comes with journeying across the country on a one way trip.

And then the city...

the beautiful city.

Which shows hints of the grey Fall that I'm so accustomed too.

But yielding an unexpected beauty.

A whole other beast then the grittiness of NYC.

In NYC people lived in the sky,

here they live in castles on a hill.

And you drive through the ups and downs of the city streets,

and every now and then you are completely surprised by the spectacular view laid before you.

This is a good way to describe life now,

living in a city that is constantly surprising me.

And lots of empty space now.

Which shows me really how much was poured into getting here.

How huge the desire to be West,

to be ocean side,

encompassed everything all the time.

I don't think it will be like before.

Some obvious similarities,

but it's like the East was simply practice for the real thing.

Don't get me wrong,

I do not take any of that experience foregranted.

NYC will always be the city that made me,

but the West has taken full claim and ownership over me.

I hope I can integrate gracefully in a new culture.

Maybe my abrasive Chicago accent will soften up a bit.

And while I'm here...

and while I can...

and while I exist on this earth,

I will see as many sunsets as I can.

It's the one thing the West holds over the East.

Ocean sunsets.

The purest most honest reflection of beauty in nature that is possible.

And they are amazing.

Completely surpasses anything I could ever imagine,

which is how I know that this time it's real.

I'm where I'm supposed to be,

I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing.

Maybe I've found comfort in the knowledge that the compass has finally brought me home.

I can walk with more confidence,

begin to plant some roots.

Experience smaller adventures,

build new consistencies.

Will you let the past lie in the past?

Don't underestimate the fact it could be the same for you.

Take solace in knowing I have walked through a long dark tunnel,

and found my way to the other side.

Remember nothing is truly easy,

but enjoy the moments that make everything worth it.

Persevere when you are faced with the impossible.

I can promise you it will all pay off in the end.

Because life is too beautiful not to live it with all the strength you can muster.

The journey is the most important part of discovering the person you want to be.

And everything you do matters.