Journeys of a Wandering Wordsmith
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The Life of a Solo Traveling Boy
The life of a solo traveler is oh so solo: I wait solo in the airport, I sit solo on the flight, I drive solo in my rental car, I eat solo at campgrounds and in all restaurants (ie, In-N-Out four times), I walk solo down city streets, I hike solo down long silent trails, and I camp solo for longer, silenter nights. The life of a solo traveling boy can be oh so lonely, and also oh so glorious.
I Want This Plane to Crash
All we have is this moment. The key is being present. It's always being present. Not giving more weight to the past or more to the future but just enough weight to all three. Whatever that perfect ratio is, I have no idea. I do know the present must get the largest piece of pie.
