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.


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It doesn't matter how much a person has grown, or how much they've done in life, there will always be someone who can push their buttons. Short of moving to a Buddhist Temple and isolating yourself from the entire human race, there is going to be conflict. I don't need to add to it, or put my own thoughts and emotions into a conflict, but sometimes I just can't help it. What is the option? Go and find people, places and things that do not cause conflict, do not cause problems, do not piss me off? When I'm in the thick of things, and embroiled in an argument, it feels good to let off some steam, and say some things I might be withholding. But I just got involved in an argument between two other people that had a lot of history, and I ended up just walking away from it, and let the two people's energy work it's way out. Damn it is hard to sit with someone who goes on and on about some wrong doing, or some disagreement, and on and on and on. I just wonder what the world would look like if there were no words?

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