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What’s Stopping you?

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I woke up missing the road less traveled… I’ve been feeling like that a lot over the past few days…

I wan to get up, pack a bag and run away!

I want to disappear…

I want to get lost and find myself in places I’ve never been. I want to get away from this crazy thing they call life… The rules I don’t understand and the madness that makes no sense.

The guy in the mirror asked me “what’s stopping you?”

I stared back at him and, to be honest, I didn’t know what to say. There is nothing stopping me but myself.

No… That’s a lie… It has to be, right?!?!?

And then I tried to look at all the things that might be keeping me anchored…

They look like a bunch of excuses! What am I waiting for? What’s REALLY keeping me here?

I’ve asked myself this exact same question once before… This prompted me to become a wanderer, a nomad for a whole year. It introduced me to some amazing people, all with their own unique traits and things I’ve learned from them in their own way. It opened windows and doors to experiences I’d never think of otherwise.

It gave me ideas, and woke me up to a whole sub-culture that I never thought could be such a great thing…

And for a time it was awesome… Come to think of it… The only reason even tried to find my roots again was Nat… I think I’d be happy still be living off a rucksack, waking up in different places… surrounded by different people… Immersed in different lives… Different stories…

I write this sat in my room… The enormous space only for myself feeling so empty…

The one thing I’d change in the whole experience, is the fact that I didn’t have anyone to share the moments with…

I feel like I found this companion in Blue… Someone that might be about as mad as I am, and that could probably crave the adventure as much as I do… The prospect excites me and scares me at the same level… We’ve been talking about this and the feeling I get is that she asks that same exact question herself… “What’s stopping me?”

I don’t know if she has the answer either…

Life feels like it suspended in mid-air right now… Delicate… And I don’t know if it will crash or it will fly.

Life is weird… And it feels so much simpler in the road less traveled…. “What’s stopping me?”

Hasta La Vista…



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