Pack It Up

Crazy times.. It is a season for change. A single catalyst meets determination. And his friend hope. Together they conspire. Together they toil. Working for a new you. A new future. So I pack it up. Everything. Down into little boxes and overstretched bags. To be moved far away. Into some dark corner somewhere. Not to be disturbed by the frenzy. Family has their concerns. Why wouldn't they? They are family. That's what they do. "It isn't safe out there!" What do they know? Can't be any worse than Hell Paso. Or Southeast Austin. But where they are blind, we can see. Where they doubt, we trust. Where they fold, we press on. So we pack it up. Into cold compartments. Into another strange territory. Unfamiliar and unknowing. But by dismissing local lore, we accept the challenge of life. Texas will always remain. It is Texas. Go onward and explore. Give yourself room to breath the fresh air. Allow your head some space to think for once. Set forth on an adventure. One for the record books. One for yourself. Is it really such a big leap? Or is it a tiny hop in a series of successive jumps, each bringing you closer to yourself? The fish can only be as big as its bowl. The plant can only grow to the size of its pot. So put down your bowl of pot and jump. Sure it will be hard. It will be tough. It will be humbling. But isn't that the point? To look out past the horizon and know that you can and you did. Pure self-reliance. Unadulterated self-assurance. Unfettered focus on the ideals of the self. Your normal self will be waiting here like you never left. In our hearts. And our minds. We will hold you dearly in memory and in prayer. We love you and always will. So go be whoever you want to be. Take everything out of yourself. So you can reassess, and know what to put back in. Release the fear, the anger, the doubt, the anxiety, the insecurity, the negativity. Tell the little voice in your mind to fuck off. Well, at least for a little while. Train your instincts and sharpen your Spidey-senses. And above all, be don't walk through the airport sideways.. For you will be going to Bang-kok. Time is of the essence and time is fleeting. So go and pack it up. All your excuses. All your worries. Everything. Put it away and go enjoy. Use the camera as your eyes and the blog as your voice. And everything will be fine.

Best of luck, Bukowski style.