Looking Back / Going Forward

Twenty-seven years ago,  escaping the mayhem of life in New York, I found my way to a remote coastal region of Venezuela.

Venezuela 1997: Channelling Robinson

Penniless, but positive I needed a change, I found a suitable tropical perch, an isolated jungle cove overlooking the ocean. I stayed there alone, in a ramshackle hut, not dissimilar to my Bali base camp. Armed with the same machete as I carry now, a fist full of pencils, a journal and not much else. Looking back, It was my Robinson Crusoe moment, a blissful two months! 

Each day I’d ask myself key questions, Life questions… sounds deep right? Each night I would pen my answers. It was one of the happiest times of my life.

Trawling through old files, I found this today and thought worth sharing:

Its an excerpt from ‘Some Say Foolish a book I thought I’d written looking into the sunset, all those years ago 😎 :

One of Six Billion:

We live in a world that supports six billion people. Six billion people and I’m just one of them. I’m told by my culture or at least have felt since an early age, that I must justify my existence, make my mark, play a role that establishes my standing amongst the masses. And yet the mark my piers would have me make, the mark I may have made already, seems on reflection to have little to do with where my heart would have me go.

So at twenty seven years old, I turn to question. Like many of my era, the wisdom of my choices and the path I find myself on. Asking – what is success, if all that I have learnt tells me it’s not about the money – who then is successful, If having everything means little or nothing. If it isn’t about diamonds and pearls, gold or silver, where dose a modern mans treasure hunt begin? More importantly, what is the treasure, and how do I find it

I’ve known it for a long time now...  Life is best lived as an adventure and for sure it’s not all about the money. Waking up that morning at Norms lodge in Sarinbuana I felt the exact same feelings as I felt in Venezuela on the coast. Absolute freedom.…it was uncanny, and as I have said instantaneous and undeniable.  Finding the above reminded me… so this being a personal blog I thought worth sharing. Jus

97′: I’m not praying! I’m rolling Arepa’s (making food)