Inner Journeyer

I finally wanted to get into writing a blog, to record, what to so many others is a life of adventure, of freedom and excitement...a nomadic existence. But to me it's just my journey, it's the way things are, I don't know if I choose or if the world has chosen me, or if I would simply wither and die, were it not for me pushing myself to the limits of of my own learning and boundaries.

Life is a journey, regardless of where you go, or even stay; but attempting to pursue the heart's path over the safe rational one has it's major struggles, at times it is so abjectly lonely I think my heart will break...but the journey continues, regardless, relentless, the Will drives like a blind bold charioteer towards a hazy destiny. I don't want to seem pretentious in calling it the Inner Journey, everyone has one, but whether they want to ruthlessly document it is another matter. Travelling raises so many questions, emotions, motivations and apparitions that come directly from the soul. The inner word is laid bare, it becomes more vivid and within reach, often for me, the inner world is more tangible; or perhaps, through practice even beginning to merge dynamically with the outer.