I find myself staring at the sky through my living room window and just wanting to get up, start walking, and never stop.
No it's not but when the desire becomes so strong that it becomes an almost incessant thought it tends to cause problems in day to day life
I I'm sure there was a joke in that sentence that I missed but I'm working on doing it finally. Should have all the gear I need to go on the road with just my two feet as transportation in about a month
Forest Gump, he just starts running for no real reason but to run. Id like to just get in the canoe and go downriver to the gulf.
i been thinking so serious about just grabbin the bug out bag and walking away, as i did so many times when i was younger. i don't really have much to leave behind, no family, no close personal relationships, just all the crap i've accumulated. some of which is useful. everything i wan to keep fits in two carry ons, EXCEPT this one full size computer. (and the train layout. but as long as i've got my pension i can always build another of those. if i can find a place to.) there's a 2011 circa asus laptop in the bug out bag, and all my important files on usb flash drives are in there too. there's places i'd rather be. there's just no way of knowing before i get there and its too late, whether they've deteriorated as much as the place where i am. i'm not talking about another country though, except maybe canada, that being the closest i could walk or ride a train or a bus to. just either grass valley california or ashland or eugene oregon, which i also have no way of knowing if i could find a place i could afford to live in any of them. grass valley i grew up lass then 20 miles from, but never lived there. eugene and ashland i've lived in both, but that was more then 40 years ago the last time i did. i've got too much anxiety issues, plus my age, but i sure think about it.
Forks in the Road For the rock of ages to roll, It must first learn to be still, For it to ever make a sound, It must embrace the silence. To boldly go where none has gone before, Requires we remain capable of looking within. Of going to those lowly places, others disdain, Of bumbling down our own roads less traveled, Somehow making sense out this Mad, Mad, Mad World, By first taking our role in life's passion plays less seriously. For without faith in our own memories, dreams, and awareness, We can have none of these as we ascend the stairway to Heaven, Where there are countless paths, yet all ascend the same mountain. Find your own still silent voice within and all the forks in the road look the same. My father always told me, "Without heart, ya got nothing", so I told him, That he was my heart and my personal hero for, without him, Who would I be? Without heart, none becomes who they want.
a drifter's life definitely does have a certain appeal to it. of course, it wouldn't be quite as romantic as it seems on the surface, but it would still be an interesting way to live.
