Sean Levi
Member
I've been pondering what mental and spiritual steps one must take to adapt to this lifestyle, and I have reached a conclusion.
You have to learn to forsake your circumstance, to leave your comfort zone and truly experience the world.
We've been brought into a mentality that what we have is all that matters. That your front yard is the limit to "your" world, "your" territory. I beg to differ, call bullshit and laugh.
Because if you were born on this rotating ball of dirt, you'd be wasting its beauty by never leaving that state you live in. That region. That coast.
You have to forsake and sever the ties you've bound around yourself to these meaningless ideas. Money comes and goes. So do friends. So does love.
And when I'm laying on my death bed surrounded by my children, grand children and ex wives, I don't want to look back at the numbers in my bank account. Or the BMW my family will soon be at each others throats for. Or the Versace dress shirt that would only rot away with me in a box six feet under if I put it on.
The memories and stories and experiences I've gained through this life is what I want to look back on. Its what I will pass on, my legacy. My eyes were a gift, and I won't waste them staring at the same desk, same four walls, same computer screen until my last days. I'll treat them to sunsets and the faces of friends on the road. To canyons and mountains and storms and sunshine. I'll lay my eyes on beauty that can't be purchased or sold, and I'll die knowing I've lived in a way that is impossible to regret.
Godspeed
You have to learn to forsake your circumstance, to leave your comfort zone and truly experience the world.
We've been brought into a mentality that what we have is all that matters. That your front yard is the limit to "your" world, "your" territory. I beg to differ, call bullshit and laugh.
Because if you were born on this rotating ball of dirt, you'd be wasting its beauty by never leaving that state you live in. That region. That coast.
You have to forsake and sever the ties you've bound around yourself to these meaningless ideas. Money comes and goes. So do friends. So does love.
And when I'm laying on my death bed surrounded by my children, grand children and ex wives, I don't want to look back at the numbers in my bank account. Or the BMW my family will soon be at each others throats for. Or the Versace dress shirt that would only rot away with me in a box six feet under if I put it on.
The memories and stories and experiences I've gained through this life is what I want to look back on. Its what I will pass on, my legacy. My eyes were a gift, and I won't waste them staring at the same desk, same four walls, same computer screen until my last days. I'll treat them to sunsets and the faces of friends on the road. To canyons and mountains and storms and sunshine. I'll lay my eyes on beauty that can't be purchased or sold, and I'll die knowing I've lived in a way that is impossible to regret.
Godspeed
