The Picture Grows Clearer From The Back To The Front Of My Mind

Today, I wish to discuss something that has changed inside of me, for reasons that I cannot fathom apart from the unstoppable motion of the years.
Apart from a certain unexplained craving for an Audi A8, I seemed to have lost all desire for material objects. That’s right. 150 inch Plasma televisions are boring. A huge bungalow by the bay is nothing short of a yawn. There is simply nothing that I want to buy or own, anymore.
To replace this gaping hole in my heart is a hunger for experiences instead.
When I go to a restaurant, I do not want to have a meal – I want to have an unforgettable experience from the greetings to Mister Caleb when I walkthrough the door, to the stubborn stevedore who refuses to serve me the wine of my choice because it simply won’t pair with the duck to the additional desert from the chef as a hat tip.
I want to walk through the marketplaces of Bhutan, duck for bullets in Kabul and have fistfights in back alley London bars. To sit down in an Italian orchard and be served lunch. Sail on an artic cruiser and watch humpback whales spout water into the air. Grow crazy over frustration as I travel by rail overland from Beijing to Singapore. Make love in the bathroom of an airplane. All of this. And more.
Owning shite won’t make you feel alive, you have to live life to actually be alive.
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