Since I can remember I have looked for the truth. In this, I have not readily accepted what people tell me as fact. I like proof. I want fact, but I prefer it w/ data. This has led me to “challenge authority”.
This has put me in an interesting group, slightly outside the herd. I have lived on societies’ fringe, at the edge of firelight’s glow. This has made me a seeker, a traveler, and made me search for the truth. Like other travelers, what I seek is an understanding, but unlike many, I understand this has a price and accept the ride, and its lesson, is worth the cost of admission.
I remember running away from home for the first time. I was about 5. I had a disagreement w/ some level of authority at my house. I acted on the emotion provoked by this circumstance, threw on my spider man costume (it was just after Halloween), packed a bag, and hit the road.
We lived on five acres, and out on a rural route. I headed down the drive and then North. I went for what seemed like forever, and finally came to rest in the neighbor’s lawn. I remember the grass was cool, as I sat in it, w/ the sun setting. I opened my bag, and took out some candy to eat. My first meal on the road was fabulous.
As I sat in the cool grass, eating sweets, in that solitude I felt a grand independence and peace. I was alone, and apprehensively excited about what lie before me. I was at the edge of the firelight, excited about exploring the dark. In this, I found peace, and an appreciation for my soft warm bed.
I packed it in, and returned home from my first journey.
I returned w/ a new understanding of life and self. Since this, my wanderings have grown, but they are still filled w/those deep and colorful thoughts and feelings.
Travel thrills me and continues to enrich my mind, spirit, and soul.
Edgar~
