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


Thanks




My friend messaged me this map this morning and said I scored 644. Thanks Bob.

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Wasnt the world supposed to end....... again?





Now Im feeling ready to talk less, and do more physically. Ready to watch the Canucks game though; the two feelings are related. Ive always felt the need to align myself with the tough jocks when need be. I am equal parts tough jock and sensitive sap, not to mention a myriad of other things. But I am aware of my need to be perceived as a manly man, despite not really acting that way, or feeling that way all the time.

Finally, a woman had emailed me a few times and shared herself. I finally put two and two together to realize she was someone I knew. I responded to her a few times, and wondered how much I would have changed if I had realized I knew her. Secondly, how much more I trust someone when they are a friend of a friend.
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