I have removed the old Amazon Payments image and added a widget to my GoFundMe campaign, "Pedaling to Passion." I would appreciate your support, whether you donate to the campaign or simply share it.
At the end of the month I will be, by society's definition, homeless. Technically I can continue to live with my parents when they move to Battlground, WA. But they are moving to a small single-wide trailer. It doesn't take the gift of prophecy to see that to live there would mean continuing to live as I have, sitting here, staring at a computer or TV screen. I have been doing that for most of my life, and I am done with it.
My parents have never done anything like this. I don't think they even could. My dad talks about hiking the PCT someday. I hope he does, I want him to follow his heart, his passion. But I don't think he ever will. He started in a single-wide trailer, and now he's just repeating that same old cycle. Nothing of significance has changed for him or my mom since he retired from Safeway 30 years ago. My parents are, as I said somewhere else, at anchor on the sea of life. To join them in Battleground would be to live the same same way. But I want to go exploring!
It seems to me we sell our ambition, our dreams, our passion, in exchange for what society says we should have. Comfort, safety, security. Or we go the other extreme, throw out everything to live with nothing a a monk of some religion or other. How many of us have ever found the balance, where we follow our ambition, our heart, our passion, and through that find a way to provide comfort, safety and security for ourselves, if that is what we want?
I either have no passion or I have forgotten what it was. I want more from life than a room in a single-wide trailer, and I do not believe for one second that I have to kill myself off, working for someone else, at a job I hate, in order to get it. Nor do I think for one second that I have to take it to have it. I don't believe in earning anymore, and working hard should always be a choice, not something forced down anyone's throat. Do you know that hard labor used to be a prison sentence? So why do we value hard work so much, when it is really nothing more than a punishment?
It has nothing to do with responsibility. We are responsible for only one thing, our choices. Whether conscious or not, somewhere we make a choice and we live its consequences. Our life is a direct reflection of our choices. It is the mirror on the wall that shoes us very clearly how we see ourselves and the world we live in.
I am going to seek and hopefully either find or rediscover my passion. I am going to explore the world. My parents never went to Disnyeland, the Grand Canyon or to any of the Eight Wonders. They haven't even been overseas, as far as I know. The most adventurous thing that have ever done is attend an ACN conference in Chicago I think it was.
I don't want to live like that anymore, and with your help I will be able to. I am doing this, with or without your help. As far as I am concerned. grandma selling the house is a clear a sign as anyone would need that it is time for me to go, to change my life. I don't think anyone will find the life of their dreams while they sit on their couch, or their recliner. There is no reason things can't come to all of us on silver platters, but collectively humans believe that this doesn't happen, and is somehow bad or wrong to expect. So that is our experience. We created a life of struggle for ourselves. Someday we will learn to stop fighting and struggling and simply be. in oneness and receptivity.
Updates may be even fewer and further between these next few months or even years. I am hitting the road and I have no idea if or when I will return. I appreciate every reader of this blog, and everyone who supports my campaign. It's been a good run, I have enjoyed this experience, and learned a lot these last few years. But now graduation day is coming, as of June 1st it will be time for direct experience. Wish me well!
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