To Thrive

Manatee Dreamin'

Manatee Dreamin’

MELBOURNE, FL — #VanDwelling #Remember #Soul

February 26, 2015 7:54 AM

The days have been running together, a sad testament to modern life’s routine. Reading and writing and running errands—rotating through the same locations in the same town. Maybe I’m picking up the winter blues that affect so much of the northern hemisphere this time of year. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve inadvertently experienced the pain of the larger population.

I’m look forward to hitting the road—even bought Heat-Moon’s Blue Highways for added inspiration. With Mom’s last cataract surgery scheduled for later today, I should be back on the road soon enough.

I’ve toyed with where to go when I head out. I’ve kicked around a couple ideas, but after reading Bob Well’s latest post, on his reasons for flying to Florida to visit his mother rather than driving, I’ve decided to take the opposite approach. Bob (seemingly unconsciously) is looking at his Florida visit as a round trip, referring to “returning home” a number of times.

The difference is that I don’t consider anywhere home (or just as accurately, I consider everywhere home), so my travels tend to be one way trips. From here, I think I’ll take this I-find-myself-in-Florida opportunity as a starting point to drift northeast as the temperatures warm with the spring thaw.

Other than a couple places I’d like to revisit (D.C.Lancaster county), I’ve no intention on mapping a route or setting a timetable.

I live in a van, I’ve no obligations, I’m completely free and I expect to die soon (as all of us will). In the time we’ve got left, we can survive or we can thrive.

I choose the latter.

8:42 AM

Before I forget, I want to #Remember something that a video reminded me of (a video referenced by Rob in the comments):

Reincarnation implies that our current (seemingly all-important) life will soon feel like a dream.

Just as we forgot our previous lives (even children who recall their former life forget it as they grow older), we’ll forget this life when we take on our next one.

Remembering that we’ll soon forget this “all-important” life, that it will soon feel no more real than a dream, takes all the pressure off it—takes all the seriousness out of it.

This life is no more important that a dream—a lucid dream. You can make it a dream of rote and routine, or one of growth and adventure.

We can survive or we can thrive. I choose the latter.

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