I have something I need to get off my chest. There is this unquenchable desire to convey these feelings. What ever you do, don’t be alarmed. If you try to absorb the words as they are, I’ll do my best to express what it is I am feeling in a coherent matter. I am feeling a tremendous amount of anxiety and fear. Fear for what? The fear of following a dream; not just any dream…my dream. I am in awe at the depth of surrealism one can constantly travel. Each new experience provides the opportunity to dig deeper into the great and magical of void of the mystery.
I feel for the first time in my life, that I am beginning to live. Its difficult and strenuous, but at this point, I have already been overwhelmed by the rewards, love, and support. It is interesting how an individuals passion, when followed through becomes more than the individual. It becomes community. There are no true words, nor deeds that could show my true gratitude for such an amazing collective. Those I know, those that I will meet, and those that I will bump into on this journey. Well, I guess the one way to reciprocate is to continue.
I am freaking out, and it is amazing, profound, and necessary. Not only is it necessary for me, but for the journey. The amount energy I feel could be akin to a nuclear reactor…maybe. It is a rhythm that is oscillating and resonating higher, louder, and richer with each passing moment. Will this feeling subside? Will it transform? Yes. This is my new life, and I intend to at least learn how to pay attention to it. The RISE experiment hasn’t even begun, and yet I feel such change.
I am fully aware, that I have not comprehension as to what I am about to do, experience, and find while out there in the great wide open. The road, the culture, and weather are all great characters of the narrative that is RISE. My relationship with the three will grow like any interpersonal relationship that I share. It will certainly ebb and flow leaving my saturated in feelings of both joy and despair. The journey with Zac will be both tightening and straining as be travel through the wilderness. It will remain on our shoulders to be true to one another as well as to ourselves.
The great paradox of both dichotomy and communion will reveal itself as we travel as we move from great metropolis to the country and back again. As time goes on, I anticipate that the very thing that makes them different will be that which binds them together. Already, as I walk through the city of San Francisco, I am witness to the very laws that govern the most relentless aspects of nature.
I stand upon a nexus. On one side, I see the man who has traveled the path that lead me to San Francisco in 2012. On the other, I see a person who is now constantly morphing through the abstract realm of infinite possibility. The three of us now stand together. I hope my heart and intention remain true. You the reader will be witness to what I will become. I am sure I will be as I am now…many things to many people.
To those who I have experience…thank you for walking with me. Whether it was a singular moment, weeks, years, or lifetime from the bottom of my heart…Thank You. For those that await our intersection, many blessings and we will see each other soon.
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