Today, I woke up and a thought hit me - This is the same exact feeling when people are getting out of prison after 30 years. They can’t do it. They can’t go back to normal life. It doesn’t make any sense to them. It moves too quick. People are too strange. Chaotic. At least, in prison, there is a sense of order and camaraderie.

Out on the road isn’t exactly prison by any stretch of the imagination. But it is it’s own world, with its own order. Time is eternal out here and you only abide by the laws of nature and physics.

Back home, there are all these made up rules that most people don’t even know why they’re there. People are strange. Everyone is indoors. People give you topical conversations, even if they don’t actually like you. There is so much pretending. So much busy-ness. So many people that don’t even know why they’re doing what they are. They’re having children just to help their life make some bit of sense.

All along forgetting that THIS is actually the goal. With this one, perfect moment we have here on this earth, we are here to see as much of it as we can. To experience as much of it as we can. To explore, fall down, get dirty, meet a new stranger, have a beautiful meal in a new place, sleep on the side of the road because we’re exhausted from a hike, wake up and get a coffee at a local shop. Look people in the eyes and smile when you meet them. Everyone is in passing.

Somewhere along the line, when I am home especially, there has been this imaginary rule placed upon me that really makes me uncomfortable.

This feeling that time is running out.

That options are running out.

That if I don’t change something about this beautiful life I live, that I will regret it and be miserable later.

And the problem is so many of these rules are made up by people that are usually miserable themselves. Or they’re made out of fear.

And that’s just no way to live.

As long as I never sit still, I can never die.