Go .... do .... be what you dare
Some say you are what you eat. I suppose
that is true to a degree.
I prefer to think you are what you experience.
As often is the case, I have been thinking
about places to escape to, both on a temporary basis and in a more permanent context
in which to create a new beginning.
There are countless places worthy of
exploring on a temporary basis and, in that sense, as always, I am curious what
others might think. Put it this way: If you were to go anywhere you wished as a
tourist for a few weeks, where would it be? Tell me, please. I need ideas. I am searching.
The greater question is where would be a good "home" for me for a few years?
I think I would like a milder climate than
that which exists in the northern tier of the United States.
Although personal freedom and the absence
of government interference in the lives its citizens is noticeably and rapidly
declining in the U.S., it probably exists here more so than in any other nation
on earth. For instance, I have a propensity for owning and practicing with
firearms. I am not sure there is another country in which I could maintain that
"hobby" anywhere close to the degree I do here.
Mountains are nice, deserts are
fascinating, but woodlands and water appeal to me more than anything, and I
need to be close to them. Very close .... a place to walk in the woods and to
swim in the waters .... a Neverland in which eternally to be Peter Pan.
From my point of view, metropolitan areas
are for visiting, not for residing. Living an hour or so away from a large city
is fine, but I like to be able to step out onto my patio or balcony in the
morning in my underwear, with a cup of coffee in one hand and a pistol in the
other, and pop off a few rounds at targets on the other side of the yard. I also
like a hilltop with a majestic view. I left a place such as this in 2001 and, in most
regards, I have regretted leaving ever since.
So, any suggestions? Everyone has a personal concept of paradise. This is a glimpse of some of what would be in mine, and I am curious if anyone might know where it might be .... where I might find it ....
April footnotes ....
My hair no longer is long. Cutting it off
in the Marine Corps symbolizes rebirth into the Corps. Cutting it off in a
Biblical sense symbolizes loss of physical strength. Cutting it off in my era
symbolizes surrender to society. Cutting it off right now, for me, symbolizes winning a
$200 bet and a dare .... and, sort of a new beginning.
My father's birthday is/was this month. He
was an Army tank driver. Maybe, that is one reason I became a Marine Corps rifleman.
Teenage rebellion. I am trying to be funny ....
