At times, during my life, I have felt at the top of the world, joyous celebration flowing through my veins.
At times, during my life, I have experienced lows, so low that the gentle rays of sunlight could not be found.
But most of the times in my life, I have lived in-between those extremes, within the safe zone of life, where risks are low and rewards reflect that absence of risk.
I had a dream
A vision, if you prefer, me standing alone in the woods, frozen in time at a fork in the path, not knowing which way to go. One path was simple, was comfortable, the acceptance of life as it was . . . as it is now. The other path offered sweet peace but, to reach that reward, a sea of brambles needed to be traversed.
And in that dream, in that vision, I chose the sea of brambles, and my vision became my release.
From a rocky perch, I will begin my search, and in so doing lay waste to the regrets which have been my companion for far too long.
I want to fly too close to the sun. I want to dive too deep in the deepest sea. I want to feel my heart pound in that way it once did, as a young man, when there were no restraints of responsibility, self-imposed I might add, responsibility embraced with fervor for there is, there was, safety within those restraints; there is, there was, familiarity and structure and, yes, comfort.
I am now ready, as the darkness of night is always ready for the new dawn . . . I am ready to toss away the shackles, Hercules unchained, a new superhero for the heroes of old to talk about, in whispers, in awe.
Someone recently asked me . . .
Why, at an age when most people decide to ride out those golden years, would I choose to chuck it all and hit the road? Why would I fly into the hurricane of the unknown, rather than lay my head down on the soft pillow of conformity, kick back in a recliner, and watch reruns of West Wing and Friends.
And my answer is simple, so simple, in fact, that I wonder why more people don’t see it as obvious . . . life is to be lived to the max, foot on the pedal, pressed down to the floorboard, rpms screaming. There is just so much to be seen. There are so many other pilgrims to meet.
My time is limited, more so today than yesterday, and that is true for us all, making it more imperative that I waste none of my time remaining by mowing lawns, trimming plantings, painting walls, or taking out the ever-present garbage. I am done with suburbia and all of its trappings. Stick a fork in me. At seventy-three years of age, I am well-done.
Am I afraid?
Absolutely terrified, if truth be known. My head is spinning with what-ifs. What if I break down on the road. What if I get injured on some forest path, miles from medical aid. What if I fall from a cliff, or run out of money, go broke, become destitute? What if, what if, what if, and that is followed closely by how do I, how do I, how do I, for there is so much I don’t know about living on the road, and the unknown is always more frightening than the known.
And I have no answers for any of those questions. I only know that I am being called, and for my peace of mind, I need to respond to that call for action.
Stay tuned, my friends. It’s going to be one hell of a ride, this upcoming journey into the wonders of life, and I’m going to bring you along with me . . . with us . . . so buckle up!