Ok. Moment of honesty. I'm always Working on bettering myself. Okay not always, but I try. Yes I may travel the world, write books, make documentaries, and blah blah blah. And that's all people see. But that doesn't mean I don't have a lot to work on. I still make mistakes and dumb decisions. I still have insecurities. I still get homesick. I still call my 86year old granny when I have a cold. Truth be told, I'm still trying to find myself. Which is why I decided to travel. Traveling has taught me how to be disciplined in an atmosphere that usually calls for large amounts of partying, sex, drugs, etc. (not saying I don't indulge). It's taught me to be okay with meditating in a room full of other random travelers, & that I'm not going to always be the most attractive guy in the room, & every woman won't find me attractive, & that's okay. It's taught me that so many Europeans frown on the racism in America, that seeing is believing, and that the American version of world history, is SIMPLY that ... The American version.
It's taught me not to worry because life always works itself out & the universe will always reward you for following your hearts desires. Learning that being different is okay & being honest is even better. However, I'm still trying to master self control (healthy food, positive thoughts, exercise) & living my life today, for the way I envision it in the future. ... All in all, I really think I like who I'm becoming. And to think ... It's only been a month into this year long journey. And yes, I'm still waiting to walk into that small, old shop and an old wise man with a silver beard says he's been waiting for me.
