So, after that, I feel refreshed. Letting everything out seems to be remarkably good for a soul.





I went out late last night for a run, and walked until I saw the sun rise. I can't remember the last time I did that.
And, in the short time that I was up there with the sky, I re-evaluated my life for what seems like the millionth time.

I started out, as far as I can claim responsibility for my memories in my present state, as not wanting to be anything. Not a hero, a geologist, a model, a writer, a photographer, a businessman, an artist, or anything else. Maybe just an adventurer with a passion for living.
I took a trip back into my past, which had nothing to do with time, and something more to do with acute recollection of states-of-mind. And, I guess it's time to reboot.

I don't think anyone wants to cause anyone else hardship - at least not when it doesn't affect whether or not they can function. I'm really sorry. To everyone that I ever hurt.
So, I started out not wanting to be a vain creature.

I wanted to have friends. I wanted to be happy. I wanted to live.

Stop.

That's it.

And, now, that's all I want again. I'm really selfish, I guess. But, maybe not. I want other people to be happy too.

So... my new career?

I'm a professional adventurer. I do what I want, and I'll do it as well as I should like. And, I'm looking for kindred spirits to abandon cookie-cutter society and make something of themselves and others.

I figure, if my time on earth is going to be limited by my own uncontrolled circumstance, I'm at least going to make the best of it.