Are we human? or are we dancer?
The Killers ask. It seems to me the humans are the dancers, the dancers human...and those skulking in the sidelines, or drifting through the dance floor oblivious to the music or too afraid of what they'll look like to dance, are not even human.
Well, i just grooved my way though S.E.Asia, where life is poppin and lockin as well as fucky jiving. Each moment was magical and living with the unfamiliar became dependable. Keeping moving provided certainty that each new day would be exciting.
The grey wet wintertime pock marked with a tragic public outbreaking of Consumer Fever has cheapened this American Dream story for me. Responsibility is hard to take seriously when a country and mindset ask it of you, while upholding a culture where people haven't a clue what taking resposibilty for self means. I'm trying to convince myself that I need to find a career asap, but this isn't truely what I want to do.
I want to get back there. I want to get back to living on the move, frugally and spontaneously. I'm dying to get to Safari Lodge in Fiji and serve cocktails to sassy foreigners as the sun sets each evening. I'm craving the cool mountian air of Pair and itching to explore the cave-ridden craigs outside Cave Lodge, Sappong, Thailand. I missed so much of Laos, the wilds of the north and wonders of its deep south known only by other travellers and not myself. And Cambodia...you siren of kingdoms--the smiles of your people speak across oceans and I feel their warmth in the cold wet Georgia rain.
And there's more, Burma, Indonesia, Malaysia, New Zealand...and the year in Australia.
I've decided to try my hand at creating a travel guide video series based on my own travels and see if anyone likes the idea....So stay tuned for this. I gotta make this passion work for me...HAVE to
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