This blog's for ME

Almost 25 years old, asking my parents if I can sleep in their bed with them. I had thought I was going to be the 25th Prime Minister of Canada. Things had changed. 10 years later, I was still a scared little boy. The time had come to slap myself awake. One Saturday morning, November 19th, 2009, I declared to the world I would be riding my 10 year-old motorcycle from Vancouver, BC Canada to Rio de Janeiro, Brasil, and back.

The official departure was August 28th, 2010. A group of well-wishers saw me off at 8:03 am.

I arrived in Rio de Janeiro around 6 pm March 1st, 2011.



My return to Vancouver came on July 5th, 2011 about 2:00 pm.

Drug & alcohol abuse, ADD, social anxiety, health, chronic pain, night terrors.

So many concerns. But I am far more interested in this question: Do I have the capacity to make this trip despite all my shortcomings?

My mission: To inspire myself to face my fears, enlighten myself on how all living things can peacefully co-exist, enjoy every moment, and see the world as plentiful and generous.

Go ahead. Call me crazy. Call me anything you like.

I'm out to save my world.



I LOVE YOU ALL



Questions, comments, concerns, threats? Contact me: jason.chapman99@gmail.com


Let's push my limits

There's been so many things I've wanted to accomplish. Would you agree that, to accomplish great things, one must concentrate on one thing, and do that one thing very well? I'm about to find out for myself.

For starters, I decided yesterday I was going to visit my cousin and family near Qualicum Beach, on Vancouver Island. On my pedal bike. The distance: 140 km. 1/2 of that is the ferry ride from Vancouver, but still definitely the biggest ride I've been on in one day.

Secondly, after a run-in with a delicious butternut squash ravioli last night, I'm recommitting to my health. I was diagnosed by a naturopath as being allergic to wheat, pork and cheese, and I've been really good about cutting them out until last night. I had a stomach ache all night, my cheeks were flushed, and flatulence from the gods.

Finally, after several breakups with my girlfriend, I've realized I'm just repeating a pattern to avoid intimacy and responsibility for another human being. Despite my best efforts, she, although waringly, continues to keep an open door for me.

I could add a bunch of other things to this list. I'll keep you posted, and wish me luck for my trip I'm excited!
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