Transitioning back into a predictive safe environment didn’t settle well with my inner juju or whatever the yogi bears want to call it. I just ain’t the same no more. Every moment that I intervene with society, its basic work schedules and life chores, it is becoming a harsh reminder that I probably can’t and won’t grow up anytime soon. I’ll be happily stuck here if I can’t find my own way through the obscure. I no longer desire to play for dollar incentives. I want real life experiences. Real emotion influenced from within; if not the best then give me the worst, it only adds colors to the spectrum and force feeds perspective into the dull mind.

Believe me, I was going through the motions for four years up until recently. In hopes of safety and security; only to receive a lifeless slow death with no free time, plus a couple dollars I couldn’t figure how to spend. The American Dream! Mustn’t be for me. I’d rather be down and out. Instead of living in doubt, working towards some other man’s dream.

Now there are some folks who have it all mapped out. They are hard workers, passionate, and have found an avenue of life in which they can express themselves and reward themselves from within. Some rooted to family, some to ridiculously oversized immovable instruments, and others just content with settling. Every man and woman has their place in this world, I suppose out on the road is mine – for now. It’s just the internal struggle of living one’s life geared toward payments and bills that is scaring me off currently. I want freedom. Freedom without a debt to society and without a mundane routine to achieve stability. I’ll find it, or die trying, just the same as the individuals I’ve met along the way who have provided me with shelter and warmth alongside positive memories and hope.

– Highway Chile

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