WWYD?

What Would You Do?

I am still trying to figure out what I am going to do.  There is no easy way to end my travels and that is why I write, and talk, with so much doubt of my return.  There is a lot to miss about home and what I left but there is also a lot yet to be discovered about the land around me and the person inside me.  I doubt I could ever achieve this level of self-awareness sitting at work doing the normal movement.  I see and experience too much life here to ever want to go back to what I knew.  There has always been a dream-like quality to my day while stepping foot on Patagonian soul;  an out-of-body experience that can only be vaguely described and only felt.

For those who have done such a journey, I now understand where you are coming from.  For those who have not,  I can only share minor details and emotions felt on every one of my mornings.  Sunday, Monday, and Friday have no meaning.  Today is today and that is all I have.

How can one escape these thoughts and feelings?  Do I just go back and sedate myself with “normal” life?  Do I apply for the same job or watch the same television programs?  I don’t want to know the answer to these questions.  All I want to know is how I keep this going.  If I lose this new life than I am a failure in my endeavor.

There are so few days left in the Patagonian fishing season and I am forced to stop.  Whether I leave or stay, the next few months will be without a cast on my favorite river, catching my favorite fish,  or living my ideal life.  I become depressed with the very thought of it yet filled with excitement with the day to come.

Tomorrow I may very well fish my favorite stretch of water for the very last time.  I have been cleansed by these waters and a new life has sprung forth.  A thought has been crossing my mind of whether or not this has been a waste of time.  The idea of traveling to a foreign land to spend more money that I planned on, the mere idea of catching a trout, can seem ridiculous to most.  It does to me.  Yet I find myself doing the very thing I find pointless and without much merit in the real world.

I no longer live in that world, I think.  It only involved self-sacrifice, selling of all my possessions, and making a few dreams into reality.  Now that doesn’t sound so bad to me.  I have made a grip of new friends.  Some who have unknowingly contributed to my metamorphosis.

The world may end in 2012.  It may end tomorrow.  At least I know I have this, forever.

Shadow

Morning Glory

Just on the Walk

Waders

Karen

hanging out

god bless argentina

front door to where?

side door to where?

Happy Hour

My Dream

Lost and Found

Drive Through Window

Sharp

Not Me

Rocky V

Screen Shot

My Life