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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Running out of Space

So Surrey's Mountain View Cemetary is so badly running out of space that they are reselling plots that have already been bought and never been used. My first question is: how does a burial plot never get used? It's not like a pair of mittens that get stuck in the back of the closet, there's only one place to go when your time is up.
My second question is: what if we just buried ourselves in the forest without a gravestone at all, returned back to the earth where we came? My final question is: What is going to happen in 200 years when another 10 generations of people have died and want everyone to see their gravestone? Are we going to have to move out of the city so we have enough space for our gravestones?

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