escape

There`s no escape. Better to accept thelimitations of what you have and enjoy them. Middle age beckons.

I really want to escape from this daily chore of life.. the hustle and bustle of the traffic.. the monotonous repetation of the mechanical environment.,. I want to escape all these and want to dive staright in the deep blue sea.. have a bath in sun and in the evening i would like to lie down in a hammock with the gentle breeze touching my skin… and a bottle of beer filling my body with an enchanting aroma of peace and relief… I would love to do all of this….

Just want to explore and become one with nature whenever I find breaks in my life to do so. Want to get away. Want to travel. Want to see things one doesnt see on a daily basis or for that matter what most do not see in a whole life time. Want to get away from the traffic. Get away from work. Get away from people. Want to be at peace with myself and break away from constant socialization. Want to have stories to tell. Things to remember. Pictures to look back on. Want to live in the thick of things. Want to breathe in nature at its fulliest.

Try not to let the world in too much or it suffocates. Learn to relax and breathe!

I want to start over in another place. I don’t care whether it’s Finland or Scotland… or a parallel world, or wherever else.

I want so much to study abroad. I’d be able to study in Finland… but I’d have to learn hard and work simultaneously now, it doesn’t seem to be going to happen… I’m at the end of my tether.

To a good extent this is goal is satisfied by my studio, which is delightfully peaceful and pleasant, a refuge.

Money is a little tight but I plan a trip somewhere west of the state soon.

i’m here now.

mission accomplished.

15k in the bank.
1968 Mercury Cougar.
Road map.
Camera.

Approx 14 months. Over 12,000 miles. 48 states.

No Stress
No Obligations.
No Restrictions.

21 months from now. I will be ready.

A road trip.

Of a lifetime…

I want to escape but I don’t know where to.
Thing is no matter where you go; there you are…
Guess I am too old and crusty to really make a real escape.
but who knows….?

escaping is something one has to do from time to time. once must do it in order to grow. i’ll do it again someday.