My raison d’être
I have been on a long and winding path of self-actualization. The many adventures, myriad romances, humbling heartaches, insufferable struggles, and unexpected discoveries have propelled me through the many self-imposed trials and tribulations as I ascend my own Hierarchy of Needs.
All in the name of discovering my most authentic self.
Is this not our central purpose, to push and pull and stretch and bend but not break as we learn more about ourselves, time and again, through each episode of life’s never ending drama? How exciting it is to live in such a fortuitous time! Never before has there been such capacity for us to strike out on our own, to explore the many facets of our unique person, to hammer into shape the mettle of our character from the iron forge of life’s highs and lows.
This, at least, has been my experience, and the underlying purpose of Venturing Vagabond.
Please bear with me a little while longer, dear reader, and forgive me my trespasses, as I have forgiven those who’ve trespassed against my own threshold for self-indulgence. But this is my blog, dog gone it, and indulge in thyself I shall, for the epigraph temet nosce rests upon the entryway to the Temple of Apollo at Delphi, above the threshold to the Oracle’s kitchen in The Matrix , and upon my chest as a reminder that I know nothing (Jon Snow), or at least very little, and that my greatest joy – my raison d’être – derives from my ongoing pursuit for self-discovery.
Venturing Vagabond is an exploration of the human condition, set against the backdrop of my own ill-advised adventures, that I intend to share as an outlet for my own maniacal meanderings. In other words, I’ve had the great fortune of a robust and dramatic life – complete with near-fatal tragedies, exquisitely psychedelic triumphs, and refreshingly ordinary routines – and I now wish to finally get off my ass and fulfill my dream.