When I got stranded in snow and thought I was going to die, in late 2016, I promised myself if I ever make it down alive I’d live a life without regrets.
But when I made it back home instead of living a full life, I spiraled into my worst state of depression and about to hit rock bottom.
Hopeless and desperate I gave myself a shot and committed to change – but if it didn’t work I was allowed to kill myself.
But now, I was nothing but a visually impaired, broke hobo with a fractured skull with a bleak future. But what’s next?
Category Archive: travel
Life is fickle and comical
One day you are living your dreams then the next you are in the ER evaluating life choices.
One day you feel uncertain about life in an ICU and eat ice cream the next day without a care in the world.
It hadn’t occurred to me that to the outside world I was an exclamation point or a question mark. To many I was the poor unlucky guy at work, who suddenly felt dizzy, fell and hit the head, among many things, on a screw – now on a wheelchair, head wrapped in bandage, IV wires dangling and gawd-knows-what-else.
Do you have an experience so extraordinary -and cruel-they are better off told rather than experienced?
Part of what makes a journey fun and interesting is that you never know what to expect. These unescapable uncertainties that litter our lives exercise tolerance and open mindedness. It gives us a chance to be wrong and learn something new. A chance to question what we perceive to be true or false – and to touch what was scary.
Excited to share these stories and experiences as I play my first and only show for 2019 at Vollie Ray’s Circus in Houston TX on December 27 2019, 9pm.
Waking Up Series: Yosemite National Park, California It was around the same time a year ago when I […]
Sometimes I just could not find the right words to say. Searching for the right words to express abstract feelings, substituting symbols for meanings and vice versa, can be a struggle. But it doesn’t mean it is less true, it’s just some feelings are harder to transpose than others.
At times I cut myself open in search for something to say. But in the end, I didn’t need to say anything at all.
The heart communicates in abstract languages. Sometimes it’s best to tell a story when you just let the heart speak and trust what it has to say, even if it doesn’t have any words at all.
Wander In The Desert
The beauty of traveling is that you never know what you are going to find. There is always the element of surprise and discovery, of wonder and amazement. Like that of a child and his adventures. – and his adventures like that of a child – dreamy, pointless, uninhibited.
This wet and chilly January days definitely makes me miss me feel nostalgic of the warmer days in the island.
It was a lovely occasion. And, yes, it’s always good to be reacquainted with your roots. But I am not going to lie- I’ve been dreaming about the warm blue waters, and I’ve been craving it, too.
Nomad Heart 