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.

Jamie Smith

It's all about the story, man.

Everything can change, today, by starting on THAT.

You're going to get 24 hours today

How will you use it? Do something that matters today, yo!