26 Mar Collecting Experiences. Collecting Life.
So here I am at Café Praga off Revolucion in downtown Tijuana at 10:15pm. Writing.
10:15 is interesting. It also happens to be my birthday – October 15th. In a weird sense, it reminds me that I am alive. It reminds me …. well…. better to look forward. I wonder how I will spend 10/15 this year. In years past, I’ve spent that day dancing in the desert of Arizona, mountaineering in Peru, collecting souvenirs in Praga, with most recently a small party in La Presa on the outskirts of the city eating pinguinos y tomando leche.
It’s been about four and a half years since I walked away from a promising career as an engineer. I returned to the old office this past week to find nothing had changed >> not drastically. I lasted thirty minutes there before I walked out.
I left a career where people can be paid $100k plus a year.
To collect experience.
There’s no FUCKING other way about it.
To live. You see, once you experience living on your terms the opposite seems claustrophobic.
I could have continued >> especially with more support at home. But, I, now, can’t return.
Capitalism is great: it’s great to motivate.
But what motivates me is THE NEW EXPERIENCE.
It’s when I feel alive.
It’s when I bloom.
It’s when I grow.
So what will I do on 10/15 this year? I don’t know. But I look forward GREATLY to the new experience.
I look forward to FEELING ALIVE.
I collet experiences. They make me feel alive. I am addicted to feeling alive. I see no other FUCKING path.
Now, I’m going to enjoy this jazz band here and turn off the distractions >> to experience it. Yo, Fucking EXPERIENCE LIFE. Why not? Yes.