what a vagabond life has afforded me.

to take a moment to reflect on my surroundings this time last year: Texas. humidity. misunderstanding. unproductive solitude.

i had more in one way, and much less in more way than one. my creative growth was stunted. my days long and frustrating because they were of someone else’s design. the friendships i had reached a brink, and there was nothing left to learn from them. everyone let me down because i allowed them to.

i moved out of my mother’s house on November 16th, 2010 and today, i couldn’t be more happy with that adjustment. because home truly is where the music is, and home is truly the place you make it. and i personally need music to survive. that phrase as of late seems to sum up my current state of affairs.

it seems i’ve broken hastily away from the 9-to-5 way of life.. simply a wanderer, a traveler. a vagabonding soul with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and true happiness, healing and creation.

i’ve never had a problem being the shag stoner: i enjoy spending time alone. especially when i have the word in me or the effigy in my mind that reminds me of my grandeur. i set aside the time to glory in my idealism. i am enriched by my sublimity, and therefore i can enrich with my sublimity.

i have my eye on a prize. on a mountaintop. on a land that exists because i’ve put in the work and seeded the hillsides with my whole beating heart. i sit beneath the trees of my own intellect. i bathe in the suns of my own perception. i have no choice but to dispel any individuals who disagree with my methods–this isn’t your land to govern.

i’ve been awarded this exquisite new insight. i smile most often.  i am pleased with this path i find myself on. i have peace and order within my circumstances, and positive chaos and confusion where they too must be.

i no longer look back. i no longer wonder.

i know. and i am the know.