Walking with Foreign Souls

You know, the other day I decided to go for a run. Now, I’ve never been much of a runner. I thought it would help clear my head so I could focus and make a few important decisions.

Well it worked, but not in the way I would have expected it to. As I started running, my head began overloading with thoughts, uncertainties, confusion, and was doing the opposite of what I had hoped. The harder and more focused I was, the worse it got.

However, when I slowed down and began headed in a new direction, I felt better. I would try once again to push my pace, or to go back to my original destination, but it all would come back. Eventually, I decided I didn’t care where I ended up, or how long it would take me to get there.

I came onto a grassy green park by the Manawatu River, threw my shoes off and dug my toes into the grass. I sat down in complete satisfaction looking around me, this is where I was suppose to be.

There was a white gazebo in front of a sparkling river, running trails, happy dogs, and the sun was shining, this place was perfect.

 (Not the actual Gazebo for those calling me on my BS)

I realized that when I was focused on exactly where I wanted to end up, that that’s all I could see. Rather, when I slowed down and had no end in mind, everything I saw was amazing.

I took my time enjoying myself in the park, digging my feet into the mud, dancing, and fiddling with sticks. Still in the moment, I was pushing myself to make decisions, and felt rushed to get back into the rat race.

With a shoe in each hand, I walked up to the edge of the river, and one by one, threw them into the current. They gave me blisters. I never liked running, or being in a rush to go somewhere I didn’t want to be (especially considering the larger scale of my “life”).

Now the moral is, not to throw your shoes in the river, but to be true to yourself. There is a difference between the path you are meant to take and the path you think you’re supposed to take.

I encourage you to live life like a journey, to enjoy the adventure and each step along the way. Not to take life or dreams for granted. We can learn something amazing every day, and to try new things.

Pick it up, Put it Down, Pick it Up, Put it Down. Ya learn something new every day.

It's easy to get out of blogging when you don't do it... I regret not writing more over the last several months. When I write I realize how amazing life is, all you have to do is step back. I've learned so much!

I've picked up fire poi, and have since performed and several events including the World Squash Tournament! Our club won best club of the year 2010! I've been slowly learning a few more songs on the guitar, I'm a better surfer. Tricks of professionalism, general management, and leadership. Hopefully found a few more perplexing pieces to the puzzle of "Men".

I've been worried that I've been moving backwards, rather than forwards... or worse, stagnation! lol, I'll never be stagnate. The trick for me will be balance, somehow achieving my needs (Maslow's hierarchy), and let my spirit roam free. I must accept who I am, and what I want out of life. Then let things form around me to help me achieve it.

I want to get a Canon SLR again, and video... and travel the world, show it off! There is so much to see!

Hmmm.... My cheese is still moving... maybe it's a living culture

So, it seems that my cheese keeps on moving. I suppose if I stay in one place and try to spot my cheese without following it, I'm defeating the purpose. I'm known for making sporadic major changes in my life, and for once, I thought I'd try taking forever to make a decision and span it out to do things properly... Got my sniffer out, wiskers twitching, WHERE's MY CHEESE!!! :P

My friend Jordan is also making some major life decisions right now, after a long talk, we decided to jump into the car, drive to the store, and find our cheese. I bought 2-3 types myself, so did he, with some cheese crackers and had a feast. Love blue cheese, and sundried tomato cheese, motzerella, smoked cheese, most anything branded Kapiti cheese, cottege cheese, string cheese....Hmm... maybe I just love too many cheeses? Mac N Cheese anyone? ... 4 cheese pasta?

I'm trying to analyze it all. dead end.

Ya know, the minute my life became breezy here in New Zealand, the last thing I did was sit down and write about it. Shoot, I hardly took photos, just in the moment. Pure satisfaction. The Massey Fire Crew has become my family, and I've realized that I'm now a grown up (of sorts).

I've begun to define myself as an adult, and realized I'm not your everyday person. It'd drive me mad! I MUST TRAVEL, I must experience life, I am a nomad. I love people, more than anything. Money is a tool, nothing more, but it is important to keep on reserve. You shouldn't be held back in life by something as trivial as money.

When my Fire Club Family left, off to see the world and make the most of themselves, I found myself lost. Like I belong in a place that no longer exists, I think we all feel that way. None of us were ready to go our own ways, but the time was here. I can't wait to see where life takes them, lets make each other proud, be the people we mean to become.



Don't let fear hold you back. Let your heart guide you, your intuition steer you,  your soul balance you, and your legs drive you forward. There is nothing accept a self perplexed bubble, which I assure you stretches, that comes between you and the world around you.