The Road Less Slept Next To

i get side tracked for weeks at a time apparently.


a spent a night in my car this week. not because i had to, but because i love to. there are times when i feel like i am the weirdest person alive for the things i like to do. such as walk 20 miles when i can drive, eat dry ramen noodles, bathe in a creek instead of a shower, listen to am radio, use a duffel bag instead of a dresser. the list goes on and on why i am a complete and total weirdo.

but honestly, i love the way that i am. i dont know if alot of people can say that about themselves, but im glad that i can. its easy to live my life. very very little stress and pressure. i dont worry about alot of bills, i dont cringe at the stock market, and i dont have anyone to impress. its just me, and the silly things i do.

to me, there is nothing better than waking up seaside to the sunrise in the driver seat of a honda civic that ive taken around the country. i feel more alive at that moment than any amusement park ride or world championship victory could ever bring. in the eyes of the world, im an insignificant speck, and i dont mind. that means i can focus on me, and the life i lead rather than the opinion of the world. if you see a homeless man on the street, you would never gauk him for not wearing designer shoes, so why would it make any difference if celebrities did? what im saying is, the life that i lead is going to someday be a bright beautiful painting, even if only i can see the colors.




"Empty pockets never held anyone back. Only empty heads and empty hearts can do that." -Norman Vincent Peale