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Life is in transition. What was once a living ideal, a fading moment of temporary life perfection, a

comfort in an unknown and glorious position of self, has seamlessly woven itself into a state of chaotic

readjustment. Thirty days ago I was in Boulder, Colorado beaming with a love I had never felt so

righteously in my life. My days were spent by flowing creeks five minutes from my house, watching the

pollen of neighboring trees float through the air like drunk little angels, like summer snow raining down

in a slow waltz. My nights were cool and crisp wind dancing through my beard like sensual fingers.Never had I felt such a joyous embrace of the Mother Spirit that the Native Americans speak about

with such reverent love. Never had I been so at peace within my own body--with my own purpose. I

felt empowered. Alive. Vivacious and daring. I wanted to scale 14,000 foot mountains, ski down the

steepest slopes, jump out of airplanes. With every mile I hiked up in those gorgeous Rocky Mountains

I became more infused with that ancient fire of courage-in-spite-of-death. I felt the tingle of old spirits

whose lives had been lost in the search for new and grand experiences and I understood how those who

came to be out amongst that wicked beauty of mountain poppies and great birds could easily become lost

to the old formalities that bind one to daily life.

My mistake was not being more vigilant of that fires overflow into my already unstable life in the real

world. I began to view the world as a hike. As a challenge which could not defeat me. The folly in

this sentiment was that I allowed the wind-tunnel of hubris that I had built around me, funnel my vision

away from the big picture. I believed I could accomplish anything without any plan as to how to actually

accomplish it. Call it naivety, call it stupidity or blind action. Truth is I became blind to any possibilities

other than what I desired to happen and in doing so set myself up for an unexpected and exhausting

readjustment of my state of being. Let me express greatly here that I have no regrets as to what happened

nor to how things ended up; however, such was not the case during and shortly after the events. In the

turmoil of mind and body against spirit that occurs when one in starving, lost, broken and alone, one

finds it much harder to see the whole picture or appreciate the simple beauties of synchronicity and divine

providence. With that said, I believe whole-heartily that all things we experience are beautiful and perfect

and it is only our current perception within moments of unexpectedness that we experience other-wise.

I say this as I sit 2000 miles from where I thought I would be. Where, at one point not long ago, I had

wished to never return. I have had to restart completely. Both in my social/financial situation and my

spiritual/psychological position of understanding within myself. It was not easy for me at first and there

were certainly times when I questioned the validity of my own purpose and understanding of the world.

But as days pass by like breaths beneath my brow, I find more and more strength and confidence to

move forward into that dark unknown we call the future. My vivacity and Love for the world and for

its people has begun to grow back rapidly. As the old cliche goes: What doesnt kill you makes you

stronger.

So I am not dead, as far as I can tell, and because of this fact I must trek onward down the rocky trail of

life. Over the unexpected cliffs of emotion and down the switch-backs of daily life. With the knowledge

that all trips and injuries are merely temporal obstacles of which I am to learn to overcome. Each step

is strength beneath my heel. Each sharp intake of breath is the recycling of old life through the new. Of

familiar experience into novelty. The trepidation of a injured soul has faded and through the conquest of

my own fear I persevere.

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The world is in Transition. We are all struggling to adapt ourselves to an old world modality that

is fading into the worn pages history. We are no longer content within our hearts to abide by the

unquestioned banalities of dry Western ideals. The market in which we were trained to abide has failed to

provide the most basic provisions of human happiness. All across the world people are feeling the strain

of modern ideals against the reality of our positions. No longer do we trust the guidance of our elders.

For their ideals and their preparations of us for the future have left us void of any skills of which toproduce positive change inside their box. The lines were drawn in order NOT to be broken. It is my hope

that the generation below my peers, those raised within the limitless boundaries of Internet Knowledge,

will learn from the follies our parents generation that the capitalistic and self-centered goals of the post-

industrial age were necessary for a time, and now wholly out-dated. It is also my hope that they may

learn from our generation, who has struggled our whole lives against an authority who wishes to see us

silenced and dumbed.

We have all been placed upon this trail of life in which we must continuously climb upward. And though

our hands may bleed at times and our legs may tremble under the thought of an onward march, we must

continue to trek forth with the hope and passion that things CAN change. That the world CAN be a better

place.

We are all in transition. We are all afraid somewhere, deep down, that weve taken a wrong step.

Followed a wrong path. Turned at the wrong sign-post. But we must remain confident that each step we

make, on whatever path we choose, is a step of progress. Each falter, each trip and bungle and crash is

progress. Each tear, each scar, each broken heart is progress. Every breath is an opportunity to learn, to

grow, to change. What ideals do you wish to see for the future? What paths do you wish to see unfold?

What mountains do you wish to conquer?

We are in transition. Now is the time to choose the roads we wish to travel. To lead the lives we wish.

Even if those lives go completely against the ideals of our current society. Life is too short to play byrules which do not work. Life is too precious to let it whither up and die in the swollen bellies of hungry

souls.

March onward. Stay vigilant and take every step knowing that you are beautiful,precious and necessary.

Stay strong my fellow humans. Stay of Love.

Lets allow the world to change.