I’m not fond of too many worldly attachments. If I got a chance, I would drop everything and just take my bike and walk.
But as a lot of other people who say that, I’m also scared.
What if anything happens? And ANYTHING can happen.
But life is an adventure and I want in on it. I don’t want to be stuck in one place for the rest of my life. I don’t want a full time job, I don’t want a nice apartment in the city or a fine cottage on the countryside. I want a sleeping bag and a good bike. I want a challenge…
First though, I have to fix myself. Something that does keep me locked down is the flood of medication I still have to take to survive each day.
Miss one dose, and It’s almost over.
Once I’, healthy though… off I go.
Braving the roads and just setting out isn’t for everyone. People want adventures, but maybe for a week or two until they get back to the safety of their homes.
I don’t want that. I want to walk until I drop down dead of age. (Or a gunshot, you never know, the important thing is that I got my adventure, after that, how I die is just another little setback… eh… yeah you get it…)
For so long I’ve just wanted to sell all my things, say goodbye to the people I know, pack my bag with essentials and just… go.
I feel all fuzzy inside talking (writing) about this…
As true as it is, most people won’t understand why the hell I would leave everything I know and set off, I can’t understand how you could possibly want to settle down with a family and go about with a daily routine and keep doing what you’ve always done. Work, eat, sleep.
That life is not for me.
What the hell? You actually read this far? Pat yourself on the back, you stopped to read my shit instead of scrolling down to the next gif.