I’ve never been so filthy, wet, thirsty, hungry, lonely, happy or inspired. I was scared at times, but not too bad. I found out where all the cool people were hanging out; the ones I was always looking for at home. I lost all my shoes and lived barefoot for a long time. I cut my own hair, using my pocketknife. I bought a machete to compliment the 4-battery Maglite that I carried in my pack. I indulged in my ferocious appetite for books, deep conversation and exploring my boundaries.
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Philosophy: An Introduction
So I like thinking. A lot. Since I shed the restrictive burden of Protestantism five years ago, I’ve decided to […]
– October 2013 – “The poor are happier than the rich,” I have heard myself and others say, or “because […]
Christmas and New Year
New Year I’m not doing resolutions this time in an attempt to avoid adding to the perpetual dissatisfaction I already […]