Current Status: Re-imagining life.

Life got to a point in which everything got very absurd, so I sold my belongings, donated the revenue to the poor and followed Jesus...almost.

It's been quite a while since I've been feeling stuck. It's gotta be that I'm too ambitious. I mean, there's a whole bunch of new oportunities/challenges presenting themselves, but somehowI don't feel like I'm moving. One of these days, I woke up almost accepting that I was going to be this old man who had lived a lot, got almost nothing material, and sat down in his porch, watching the absurdity of the world and waiting for his death. Maybe that's what awaits me, and so be it. However, I, like a hopeless dreamer, cannot help thinking there's gotta be more to life and setting new goals. Who knows, maybe 26 is not too old to ditch the world and have a fresh start. Truth is I've been toying with the idea of living a year in France in my 29's. Why not? I've been taking my master's courses alright, but I wish to take a sabbatical next year, do not study, and just take a trip to Europe. I want to be thirty and disappear in Asia, one year in Japan just having sake in red lantern eatieries on the street and saying "watashi wa iopparai ya arimasen" even though I'm completely drunk and passed out beyond translation. Blame Eat, Pray, Love, but I wish to spend six months in Bali just listening to inner me and living a chillax life in Thailand. I want to think I can still re imagine myself, even in the eve of decay and flunking my courses.

And just as a side note, I wrote most of this drunk (how little this has changed.) I'm sober now and I think this makes the world of sense.