Desire

When my feet touched foreign soil, it was like possibilities opened up to me that I had only dreamed about. I felt for the first time ever like I was living up to my potential. Have you ever felt that? Like your dreaming with your eyes open. And for the next six months I would live in a dream world. Is that what it means to live on the road? To live in a never ending dream that has not roots in any particular place? What is this lust for a life like that? I blame my childhood because that's where they say most ill desires are fostered. Map hanging on my wall. Globe on my chest of toys. Books full of adventures. The indecency. Now as an adult the only thing stopping me is me... What do you do with a desire that will not die until you feed it? The only negative is never trying.... Material things don't really have hold on me. I've lost everything, but truly nothing because all that matters is in my memories. No particular item can quantify that. Just do it! It aches in my bones. The world is waiting for me to explore... Why? I can do research, I would write, I would explore. I would come back. I would share. I'm living now, but I would see more. There is always more to see, to learn, to explore. 

So... You can't have a desire with no vision. Well you can, but where's the fun in that. I'm about to step up my business plan with my book. While I'm in one place before travel, I'll continue to work on my brand. Ya'll ain't ready. This is going to be elevated to the next level. If I'm going to live this life and brand and travel and write, I might as well work and do all I can to make it work. No, I'm not just gonna bum it around the world. By the time I'm done I want to be in first class. My desire is to see other cultures and how they relate to performance studies. It all began with storytelling for every culture. A account of history in a stream of language, dance, music, and visual art. So what can I discover first hand and bring back to my minorities who don't even get to leave the block?

There are people in poverty all over the world, the common man, that still expresses themselves through oral tradition. Through tribal dances. Through prayer. Through art. Through music. And I want to find it, write my own urban account with a twist. Stay tuned to see what that will be. For now it is just a mere desire ;)