Beginnings of a Digital Nomad: The Remote Year - “The Haze"
Work hard, play harder: that’s the name of the game. What game? The game of life.
During my inexcusable absence from creating content for this platform & from holding to my commitment to add as much value as possible, a haze has overcome me…or a ride on a floating cloud, so to speak.
Pardon the abstraction, but White Christmas understands.
“Can we afford to be this open with all of these emotions?”—OVO XO
It’s amazing how fast perspectives can flip. And during the journey, the effects of omnipotence/omniscience/omnipresence have been both seen & felt, while my world manifests itself from a past state of being and thinking.
We created a bubble in hopes that it wouldn’t burst. Spontaneity took control; life got as sporadic as Pepe’s wandering mind. Such are the effects of mixing left with right, uppers with downers.
Chemicals replaced souls, foreign became familiar, and the future turned into the present moment.
“I gotta find me one out here that’s good at taking direction.” Well I’ve found it, what now?
We were blowed up for breakfast, high on life by lunch, and took a tram on the way home for dinner. Maybe that’s why we did what we did…or maybe it was necessary; maybe it was only a matter of time.
Wanderlust, you’re such a sick fuck.
Add freedom into the equation and what you end up with is a beautiful mess, a lovely disaster, a charming catastrophe.
As I defy the advice of the older & wiser, they may think I’m spiraling out of control...me rehúso.
Little do they know that it’s actually a well-calculated freefall in which each move is calculated & steered with the utmost of precision.
“Would it bring us any closer? Take the weight off of our shoulders?"