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


Going Back

I've always been nostalgic. Even months after graduation, I was bringing my yearbook around the bar to get all the grads to sign it for me. It just seems to be the thing to do; a more accurate description would be 'collector'. Collecting signatures, friends on facebook, experiences and memories. Perhaps my fear is that if not for these tendencies I would disappear. Possibly I'm just ADD, Obsessive Compulsive, or Borderline Personality. I suppose though that I could be afflicted with far more severe compunctions, or at least the 'conditions' I do have could be much more serious. A good family, a sense of right and wrong, and the knowledge of how to find peace within oneself, are really all you need to get by.
Those three skills helped me immensely as I prepared to meet the people I grew up with. My inner dialogue of whether I would measure up, or what I would say, or what they would think, could have paralyzed me had I not learned how to deal with them.
I make no apology for supporting the need to reconnect with the people you grew up with. As I got up in front of these people Saturday night to sing three songs, I said, "please bear with me folks, this will save me about $20,000 in therapy". It did. For me to be able to share my own gifts with these people, and have them fully accept them, was truly wondrous.

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