and reaching Mt. Everest Base Camp, cruising through Vietnam and Cambodia on a Soviet era motorcycle, wandering the streets of Dali amidst dazzling arrays of fireworks during Chinese New Year, living the life of an ascetic monk in an ashram on the far reaches of northern India - all of these experiences pushed me to my limits and beyond; each one growing and developing my mind, body and soul in different yet palpable ways. My horizons have been broadened and my perspective on life has changed. No longer to live for myself under the false guise of control and predetermination, but instead to live for others, open myself up to the world, follow my passion and let the imperceptible yet powerfully guiding force of the universe reveal the path to true happiness. Nothing more can be wanted or asked. It’s been three hundred days and I’m still changing, still learning. Evolution is exponential and personal growth is no exception. Time has sped up since I began this journey and so has my awareness of myself
and the lessons life delivers on a daily basis. Each day, a new chance to put into practice all that you have taken away from your journeys on the road - empathy, kindness, selflessness, gratitude, love, joy, passion - they all form parts of a unique whole that makes up each and every one of us, and when put to use, serve not only to better others but to better ourselves through association. On this three hundredth day, lost and found in the streets of Old Town Sarajevo, I think about all of the moments that brought me here, all of the twisting random fates of the universe that delivered me to the sun drenched sidewalk in this idyllic peaceful town. The memories come flooding back and it seems like I’ve lived more in the last ten months than I have in an entire lifetime. The triumphs and turmoils, the ecstasy and agony, the highs and lows of being a complete vagabond, roaming the planet with no home but where you lay your head, far away from the ones you love and the life you used to live. Each day forming a perfect bubble of adventure and experiences that combine to create one cohesive montage of diverse colors and shapes. It’s only at the end of your journey when you have the whole picture in front of you that those individual experiences, dots on a blank canvas, are revealed in their true meaning. Sitting here now on yet another random street corner, from Bangkok to Bosnia, the pure symphony of my travels is played out in unbroken unison and it puts a smile on my face and a tear in my eye. Anniversaries are a chance to remember, "Why." To look back at all the
incredible experiences you’ve had and consider the reason you’re here in the first place. To rekindle the passion and the purpose of what put you on this mission, or placed you in this relationship, or gave start to whatever milestone you’ve embarked upon. Mine was to reevaluate my life, to see the world and all its peoples with my own eyes and form my own impressions, to live and learn while traveling to far unknown lands, and in the process to become a better person and to work on my inherent flaws that have been subconsciously cultivated over the years. I’ve done all that and more, yet the greatest lesson I’ve taken away is that the journey never ends. It lasts a lifetime and beyond, and when the final page is written in our own personal stories, all that will matter is that we lived it fully, with love and kindness, and without regrets until the very last page.
Three hundred days will change a man. It's enough time for the world to spin into and out of control. Enough time for relationships to grow or fade. Enough time for your whole perspective on life to shift and evolve into something deeper and more meaningful. Three hundred days on the road and it still feels like only yesterday when I sat on that street corner in Bangkok, the first night in a foreign city, awake and alive to the new sensations and the dizzying, terrifying, hypnotic euphoria that it brings. So much has happened since then, so much has changed. I look back and can remember clearly the days that brought me here, each one a minor stepping stone on an endless path towards becoming the man I’m meant to be. Climbing the Himalaya