When we try to hard to understand why something happens, we can loose sight on making it right. Sometimes the world moves us to places we never expected to be. And sometimes the place you never expected to be was home.
and then…
It is when we are faced with a challenge that we find out whether we truly believe in what we say – or we just preach it in blind ignorance.
Such was my fate as my plane landed at YVR some 8 months too early – some 20 countries shy – and to top it all off…alone.
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I sat cross legged, flipping through my journal, while eating a Spanish Omllette in the Panama City Airport, trying to remember what had just happened. I wasn’t even sure if it had…and as the last remains of the Spanish Culture faded away around me I wasn’t even sure what was happening this moment.
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I used to lay in bed late at night, listening to music and imagining what this journey would be like…I never imagined a moment like this.
Business people, some families, a few other backpackers, and this lonesome film maker marched solemnly onto the plane. My head was low and I had to watch my feet board the aircraft to really believe it was happening.
It had.
I was flying home. Cheated multiple times, robbed, and with a camera that barely lived to tell the tale of its tragic fall some fifteen feet down onto the desert ground. It was a remarkably unfortunate ten-days that led me here…
Stay Tuned.

Where is all the Mess?
As I walked a familiar street, people mowing their lawns, children playing in the yard…I didn’t remember how to look at it. Flying home over Dallas I saw the checkered board of society mapped out below me in perfect form. So much organization.

I couldn’t remember the last time I saw such a systematic structure of society. In Central and South America, everything is a mess. The jungle is a grand entanglement of flora and fauna so dense its passage is nearly impossible – the city scape’s don’t prove any better, with shanty homes and shops put up in every corner.

It is not that I enjoy the structure and of such a world as that…but when it is like that, you can see the mess that is the world, that is society. You can see the struggle.

Here amongst the organization we hide the mess of the modern world…we hide our struggles behind the perfect lawn. And now when I look at it…I don’t know what’s real and what is simply proper.

I am lost here.


























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