MasquedRonin
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I'm twenty-six years old and have done things people go their whole lives dreaming of doing; the last year of my life has been spent living in Taiwan. Before that I was almost married to a woman I thought was "it" only to have my heart crushed so bad that even two years later the idea of a relationship still makes me sick. My first job was as a professional reporter when I was only fourteen, the same year I started my first profitable entrepreneurial adventure and got into BDSM. When I was sixteen I fully restored a sailboat from the middle of last century. I once created a trader's guild for the black market in the city I was living in. Two degrees, countless career possibilities, a baker's dozen of moves in two decades...I've seen forty-five states and seventeen nations, if you count colonies. But I spend too much time on-line and watching TV. Too much time being lazy. The highlights of anyone's life can sound exciting and grand to the outside observer, but to the one living it, it's just life. For me, focusing on the great stuff is the key, and most of that is everyday stuff. Enjoying riding my motorcycle, not thinking about the fact that the reason I'm riding more is because I don't have a job. Ever been unemployed in a country where you don't speak the language? If you think working in a country where you don't speak the language is exciting...hahaha In the last month I've been to both the city of Hong Kong and the beaches of the Philippines; my life could be a lot worse. It's important to love what you do, just being here, right? Cooking good food and watching people enjoy it - having a good conversation after not talking to anyone in almost a month - the feeling when something happens exactly the way you saw it in your mind. It's those little things we think are so trivial that turn out to be the best stuff in life. You wonder if you knew it was the last time you would see them smile, if you'd have appreciated it more. It's not just some mental walkabout in which I'm constantly engaged, though that most certainly exists. Unfortunately the more my real journey continues, it slams me with sensory overload, and between my elevated anxiety and decreased latent inhibition, it can all get very...complex. Needlessly, I might add; plenty of people seem to live perfectly happy lives without traveling the globe and contemplating existence as a whole as well as their own place in it. In the end, I just have no idea what I'm doing, despite a significant amount of evidence to the contrary. And I wonder if I'm alone, you know? You wonder how many people who did great things did so thinking, with at least some justification, that they didn't have a fucking clue what they were actually doing. All the while people around them said, "Oh, this is extraordinary," as they stood there thinking, "No...this is luck." Existence itself is like this tightrope between fate and chaos, I think. Maybe the key is that I keep thinking it's all random when really, I'm supposed to be right here, staring into that mirror wondering why I'm so interested in looking so close. Do the details matter or is the entire picture irrelevant? I don't know. I don't even know what a proper response to any of this is. I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. It's 0230 on the Pacific Rim, the same latitude as Havana, and I've got a girl waiting for me in my bed. You kids be good.
< Message edited by MasquedRonin -- 2/28/2009 10:31:38 AM >
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