I think I’d miss you, even if we never met.

I think I’d miss you, even if we never met.

Everyone I`ve ever met, everywhere I´ve been, everything that’s happened, lives on inside me.This doesn’t make any of it any less real.

Everyone I`ve ever met, everywhere I´ve been, everything that’s happened, lives on inside me.
This doesn’t make any of it any less real.

Sun sending shadows over mountains ahead of me,
Alone in this wilderness, I am free
Light illuminating another part remaining a mystery,
Step by step, through this Incan history
Huffing and puffing, each step with less air,
Crisp cold wind blowing through my hair
Curious eyes peeping out from beyond,
Watching and waiting for us to respond
Temperature dropping, stuck still in awe,
This spectacle around me has no flaw.

 

- October 1st 2012, Peru

You see beyond what lies before you.


You see beyond what lies before you.

I am learning.I am growing.I am feeling the saturating sensation of seeing the world how it really is. Not just as we choose to see it.I am finding the last few pieces of the puzzle that I am.

I am learning.
I am growing.
I am feeling the saturating sensation of seeing the world how it really is. Not just as we choose to see it.
I am finding the last few pieces of the puzzle that I am.

Anonymous Asked
Questionhow do you pursue truth in a world where truth is lost? I find truth in the lyrics of a song, in nature, alone, in moments with those that I love. Then as the night turns to morning, the truth is gone. The world now takes it. The morning gets to it. It is only in the strong willed that it can prosper. But never easily. For it is rare for us to not only see the truth but to live it. I find myself trying to convince and sell the beauty of this forgotten life. Where has it gone? Will it ever win? Answer

Truth lives on inside us, deep enough to doubt it´s existance, but strong enough to give us hope. When night turns to morning, when the darkness sucks away the light, don´t forget who you really are, don´t lose sight of the light inside you.

Out in the Amazon, nature in bloom
I think of you, in sol and moon
River flowing, metres from me
Birds chirping, flowers and trees
I sit in this bungalow, peaceful and silent
And wonder how the world became violent
Is it because we are selfish with greed?
Or do we look, but choose not to see?

I am in love with everyone I have ever met in one way or another.

"Everyone who is interesting has a past."
— Jeannette Walls
At times I have to pinch myself to feel if this is real.

At times I have to pinch myself to feel if this is real.

In one week, I will be camping in the Amazon Jungle.
In one month, I will be exploring Machu Picchu.
In three months time, I will be on a boat heading to Antarctica.
But for today, I am here, exactly where I’m meant to be.