Wandering, Waiting

Every day I hope and wonder if I’ll see, hear, or experience something that will light a fire under my ass.

You’ll never find anything when you’re looking too hard.

I spend too much time looking.
I spend too much time hoping to read that one message that makes everything better.
I spend too much time wandering in the hopes of finding my inspiration.
I spend too much time Searching, and not enough time Being.

-T

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  • Thanks for the comments guys. Its weird how frustrating days can be made better by just a few words.
    Things are getting better, just finished a South Island trip that took 2.5 weeks, and it was pretty amazing. Met some awesome people and everythings golden here in Wellington right now.

    Not much else to say other than you guys rock.

    -T
  • Puff
    puffyedge at g mail dot com.

    -P
  • lyquidfyre
    Oh and Puff I don't actually know how to contact ya but ummm...before ya leave Oakville for good we should go for a pint or something or maybe indulge in a little horticulture.
  • lyquidfyre
    Seek that which your station in life offers. Do not seek that which is above your station in life. It is when you disregard your station that balance is lost.

    Anyhow :) Stop looking so hard for it man, you're in fucking New Zealand jumping into canyons, making tools of limited destruction and generally doing things that most poor schmucks(Me included) might never get to do. Enjoy it and one day you're gonna wake up and come to the realization of, "Shit! That void is gone...why was it ever there and what the fuck was it in the first place?"
  • Puff
    Holding onto the romanticism of the idea. Accomplishment will take effort.

    The universe will decide your estate....the signs are already there....it is a matter of paying attention and seeing them through different coloured lenses.

    The first step is not always made by the feet of a pilgrim but within the mind.

    Resolve.

    -P-
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