Life is a tender precious moment in time that we are given, as a gift it seems to me. In the last few years I have come to understand that it is something that is often taken for granted, and even more, hardly relished or enjoyed in the fashion that it could be. Money and responsibility and social conforming is what life is like for so many, and not enough personal exploration. I feel there is more than the desire to wander the world and discover all that it has to offer. There is also that primeval urge to wander among the sleepy origins of myself, and find therein continents and streams and ponds and pleasures yet unexplored.

Lead with your head and your body shall follow. This has been the driving principle in my life. If I endeavor to make my life as simple as possible, and lead to the things that I think are worthy, then I shall meet with uncommon success. It is a matter of reducing your wants and desires to meet only a few things, and focus your energies as a magnifying glass harnesses the sun. It is up to each woman and man on this planet to find what it is that they should focus on, and then, as simple as possible, let go of all that does not add to these things, and with marked discipline, dedicate themselves to this path.

I learn more and more each day, and am constantly modifying my direction, or rather, cutting, daily, more and more that I don't need. What I needed two years ago are nothing more than memories to me now, and I continue to whittle away, letting things go as much as possible. Living as simple as I imagine in my mind.

A person is rich in proportion to the number of things they can afford to let alone. With that in mind I have turned my back on a good portion of what once was my life, and feel like a caterpillar that has shed it's skin. Born new, I embark on a different life, with new possibilities. Live as simply as possible. Limit commitments and responsibilities. Live as free and unencumbered as long as possible.

The further along this path I travel, even if it is a solitary journey, the closer I get to being happy as nothing more than an extension of my will and imagination. Loneliness touches me no longer, and though I sometimes lament that I have lost something or someone along the way, I need only remind myself where I am going and sadness falls from my shoulders, as easily as putting down a heavy backpack.

I can see the path ahead of me, waiting. I walk along it with eagerness, though I hurry not. I want to remember this. Remember each day, each moment, as much as possible.

Anything else seems wrong.