Moving forward seems almost a formidable feat when looking back on the trail that took me here. Back there I had a deep rut of routine that I’d tread through day-after-day, wishing for a string of a few days that I could do what I want.

It’s one of those #iykyk or “if you know, you know”. Many a time, I’d break policy and travel beyond the radius permitted to get away and discover new horizons, meeting new friends and leaving my worries behind. Seriously, I wonder how I did it without the paranoia of getting a phone call from Chief Whogivzafuk asking me to muster at 1400. The answer to that ponderance is likely the personal process I went through of seeking a heightened awareness; letting go of what others instilled in me and realizing that I don’t need to worry about what will likely never happen. Once I embarked on that process, it truly enriched my outlook and attitude. Control or be controlled.

Walking forward doesn’t have to hold so much metaphoric value, you know. What could be forward for you could be the backwards direction for another, who happens to progress towards the place you just left. Your up, my down. His right, her left. Hell, if someone told you that you dropped your wallet or a sixty-nine dollar bill a few paces back, you’d sure a day turn around and go get it.

So for me now, moving forward– or progressing– can be done in any direction. The idea of trying new things and being subject to failure or success appeals to me. Dreams and goals are important to people. Right now I’m sitting on a bus in New York, soon to take flight to Europe. It’s been a goal of mine for along time and now it’s coming true. I’m ready to receive with open arms, and I’m willing to give. You start with the small things and go forth. I can’t cure king Charles of his cancer, but I’ll be damned if I don’t save somebody’s life while I’m living mine.