Pondering of my motives and the path ahead
I wonder if my motives are pure. Am I an authentic man or only a poser? Today I could be at work then back to a new home, but I said no to both work and to a home. Now as I sit here, in the shelter, I consider what comes next when my shelter bed is up. Do I attempt Seattle to the west, or do I venture towards warmer climates? Will I even survive? I'm likely to freeze to death if I don't get picked up while hitchhiking. It was 2 degrees this morning after all, and even if I do get picked up it's possible I get murdered. Though I'd fight back if able. Am I truly running towards something greater? Am I certain my motives are sincere? Do I actually believe I'll find a sense of purpose and self discovery by rejecting societal expectations of me? Part of me thinks I'm just running away. As much as I deny it I am still heart broken by losing the love of my life and the discovery she was only lying to me the entire time. This whole "mission" ma...