In 5 months, 12 days, and 2 hours, I will leave Japan on an adventure around the world. My route will find me traveling through the heart of Southeast Asia, the edges of Africa, and the soul of South America. Barely capable of comprehending such a feat, I can’t help but grow heavy with giddiness. Just pause for a moment, with me, and think about it. Beautiful music, lost pages from forgotten books, and the faces of the world are waiting. Expansive seas, rolling hills, perilous mountains, and a plethora of exotic food lay out before me. Adventure will be had. Why, though?
The path laid out ahead, you have but a moment before the road shifts in a new direction. Where will it lead? Lets go and see!
One year ago, I set out to achieve a dream and set the example that such things could be achieved. My plan of hiking through Japan grew and changed with many revisions. It’s fascinating really. Originally the plan consisted of hiking for 3 months through the heart of this beautiful set of islands. By the time the feat had been achieved, it’s significance grew beyond the original meaning. My experience defines simply: Six months worth of ice bathes, countless e-mails, and physical pain before the hike; followed immediately by months of spiritual calming, friendship building, and much more physical pain.
“What did you prove?” that familiar voice in my head ring.
What did I prove? Did I do it? Does anyone know? Did I need to prove anything?
Sliding in and out of me, such questions have been a relentless haunt. having written several drafts of this post, I find myself lost in a sea of memories. Some wonderful, some terrible, but all of which I learned from. So what did I do?
On my journey, I met people of all ages and walks of life. The strength of these people far eclipsed mine, and for that I am astounded.
I found that even I could find a way. I’m full of faults. Everyone who knows me personally knows this. I cringe at the thought of it. However, yes… Even I could do it.
Most importantly, life should be lived. My hike around Shikoku lead directly into a year of working in Tokyo, volunteering in Tohoku, and discussing dreams throughout Japan.
“Did you… Did you really do anything of significance?” I could feel the voice closing in.
Looking around the room, artifacts of half-finished projects lay strewn across the bed. My walls, covered in paper, show signs of half-thought poems. The candles, with their aluminum casing, sit half-used. I paused. Pulling out my yoga mat, the next hour found me, sitting, thinking, and finishing my preparations for this. Opening my eyes, the mat’s stickiness matched the humidity always present during the summer months. “I’m not done” I exclaimed to myself.
I’m not done.
Similar in many ways to the original spark that sent me through the forests, into disaster areas, sleeping in internet cafes, I, again, found myself awkwardly looking around my room after having spoken to myself out loud…
The fact is, I’m not done.
So… Declaring my intentions. I wish to train with blood, sweat, and crimson eyes. I wish to relate in painful detail the path leading up to now, updating everyone on the hike and it’s results. Most importantly, I wish to drop a stone into the pond of our imagination.
Yes, now I will go around the world.
I just need to figure out how.