I intend to cycle from France to Thailand. After that perhaps I will cross Canada. Those are the big goals.
It is, evidently, the heart and mind that seem to speak most loudly. It is perhaps in these two organs that all other decision processes flow through for consideration before being made aware to me, the observer.
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Our brains are artificial intelligence in that they are designed to learn without our knowledge of their learning. Through experience our brains observe life and our interactions with it. Our brains take note, they recognize patterns, they store this information to influence our behavior. This is part of a safety mechanism although this ‘Artificial Intelligence’ serves many purposes.
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“To be completely satisfied, to not need appreciation for art but to feel it so completely and natural like the vein of life itself. Allow it to wash over you like the first life understood by the newly born person.”
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The scenery eases the stress of this ride as all around me in every direction are large mountains cutting across the horizon. The Sky is pure blue and the red clay earth is dotted and detailed with small green trees that I do not recognize and some that are told to me by Reda are fig trees rising high and looking like palms.
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Blood sprays a vibrant red sheet painting the concrete. I stand in the unfinished beach house in Morocco which belongs to the father my close friend Reda. Reda braces the lamb as father and son perform the traditional sacrifice. The knife is sharp and supplies a clean cut cross the lambs main throat arteries. Reda had sent me a video of the living lamb earlier warning me that I was to see its sacrifice as my first introduction to his homeland. I had just happened to land on this eventful day.
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I have not worked in six months. I have traveled across multiple parts of the USA and am planning to circumnavigate the entire globe in the coming six months.
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It is easy to do nothing. The quick prospect of getting what we think we want to quickly fix our current perceived problem can reward the brain to want more of the same action. Want to lose weight? Buy a diet. Want to have more friends? Buy the latest fashion. Want to cook better? Buy and online course. It’s advertised as easy, isn’t it, and it will get you what you want.
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Inside there are two attendants who are behind the counter which is completely closed off by double sided glass doors which look bulletproof. There is a woman shopping in the aisles, a man in a wheelchair buying lottery tickets, and the kid who asks the shop keepers for thirty eight cents who both shake their heads.
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You stay at home and are afraid that any interaction might cause further pain so instead you cozy up with your pain and end up nurturing it. You might form a symbiotic relationship with it and without even noticing feed it so that it grows and stays ever present.
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When dusk settles in at the Hostel in the Forest a bell is rang letting all forest residents know that dinner is about to be served. At the sound of the bell I eagerly find my way back to the kitchen tent. I meet today’s cook, the job of cook changes every day, and on this day the cook is a resident and not a hostel worker. She is wearing long colorful robes and a very practiced smile. Her white greying hair is pulled back behind her head and I feel invited by her large brown eyes. She has been working all day, she says, on this very important meal and has put all the love she could into all she could with great intention. I thank her for her efforts and say I am excited to eat something so lovingly prepared after spending the last few nights eating road food.
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