Soul's Adventure

What is it about the quest for adventure that occupies so much of my thoughts? I dream of the cross-country motorcycle ride, wind and sun in my face and journal in my panier waiting to capture the thoughts that evaporate form the pavement. The solo journey on the sailboat, the saltwater laden winds as I head out on a close-haul reach. Sitting on a train crossing unknown lands and cultures as I write down my thoughts while sipping a glass of fine wine. Yes, my fantasies are captured by the likes of Itchy Boots, Christian Williams, and Paul Theroux.

As I gravitate from one adventure to the next, I dig deep in exploring the digital pages of motorcycles, sailboats, and Kindle. How can I afford these adventures? How do I gather the strength to look in the eyes of the naysayers as I turn to vanish in the distance? The nagging feeling lurks in the recesses of my mind taunting me that I don’t have what it takes, I’m a poser, an imposter, a fraud that doesn’t have the courage to act on one’s desires. Time is running out and I have not demonstrated the convictions to act on what stirs in my soul.

Is it a question of what is the medium for my adventure, or what I find because of the journey? Does it matter what I chose to do or simply that I do to learn, and discover? I spend so much time investigating what form my journey takes at the expense of why I take it. Maybe why is not the answer. Maybe the answer is simply that I do, and the seeds of my actions leave a trail to my God given soul. This is the roadmap that I have been provided, and the journey has many paths and only one purpose, which is discovery.

Yes, there will be an adventure. How I take this adventure is still unknown. It may not be worthy of a viral YouTube vlog or a New York Times bestseller. But it will be my adventure and probably not the last. If it is a worthy undertaking, I must be willing to assume the risks posed by those who are indifferent to my angst and calling. These are risks worth taking. Life’s clock is ticking, and continued delay erodes the currency remaining in my pocket, and heart. Time to push off.