I followed a thin blue line
between the folds of a map.
I passed by rivers wider than time,
mountains larger than life,
and traveled through valleys
tucked between canyon walls.
I have been from the east coast
of Niagara Falls,
to the west coast
of California's golden shores.
I have seen the Shenandoah River,
explored the Appalachian Trail,
and the Rocky Mountains of Colorado.
I have gazed at those
white capped mountains,
while the sun slowly set behind them,
setting fire to the sky  
with swirling oranges,
yellows, pinks, and reds.
I have fallen in love
with the open road,
with the freedom
of a full tank of gas,
and no destination.
I found my soul on this road,
but I hope to find a place
to bring this soul home.
I imagine a place,
somewhere along California's shores,
where I can rest my head,
and finally start something more.

Hold on,
and hope for the best,
tomorrow will come.

I often wonder,
as I gaze at the sky,
if all those stars
that shine so bright,
are really just hearts,
captured by the moon
in the dead of night.

Maybe someday our
kindred spirits will cross
paths and ignite our lonely
hearts we thought would never glow.

If there is anything
I have learned,
on this journey
we call life
it is this;
time waits
for no man.
It is easy
to tell yourself
there is always tomorrow,
that traveling,
saving money,
eating healthy,
can all wait.
It amazes me,
even more,
as I travel throughout
the United States,
just how many people
think they have tomorrow.
I see strangers,
shuffle around
in supermarkets.
Oblivious to those around them.
Oblivious to what
they throw in their carts.
It is as though,
they walk through life
with eyes closed,
with a veil covering
their divinity,
their dignity.
They walk
completely unaware
of their surroundings,
of the machine
they are a part of,
and now becoming.
It is a trick of the mind,
to think that tomorrow
will always rise.
It is not a guarantee.
It will never be a guarantee,
but it is painful
for us to process death,
so we pretend
it doesn't happen,
that the choices we make
don't bring it closer
to our doorstep.
It is a pitfall
of human nature
to fear our own mortality.
It is ironic.
We are so
fearful of death,
yet make choices
that seem as though
they were placed
in front of us
by the devil himself.
I struggle to understand
how this behavior
has become
accepted,
encouraged,
particularly in a time,
of claimed "awareness".
It is time
for people
to truly wake up,
to begin the journey
of self love,
of self care.
So that they may begin
to see the beauty in death.
It is time
to choose
the healthier option,
to quit
the job you hate,
to save
every last penny,
to travel
the world without a destination,
because the time is now.
Time waits
for no man,
and tomorrow
may never come.
So begin
the journey
of reclaiming
your body,
mind & spirit.
Just start.
Just do it.
You will not regret you did.
You will regret you didn't.