I’m sitting on an uncomfortably small plane, venturing over to Los Angeles from Boston, to experience how my anxiety reacts in different zip codes. Ever since my family vanished from the face of the earth Ive been running, haven’t stopped much. Except for this plane ride 1500 miles away from the ashes of my family. Unsure of why i decided LA would be a place to escape grief when the amount of homeless souls that paint their streets symbolize the suffering we all undeniable feel. Looking out the dirty window of the plane, the world seems still and unconcerned, like a Bob Ross painting filled with happy accidents. I’m almost positive we’re flying over the grand canyon right now, but I have no clue. There’s mountains, streams, stretches of land that seems like life may be possible there, red clay matter, all over the midwest of America, so we could also be anywhere in the world maybe. Mars? Who knows? All I know is the view is placidly intoxicating and i would be content with never getting off this flight. I could awe over the eiffel tower, admire the fluorescent lights of tokyo, i could fly and run to any corner of the universe in search of something that lives within me. The question is, will these places unravel the rawness of what needs to be healed or will be continue to serve solely as distractions, dancing me farther from my purpose. Regardless of the battle between my ego and presence being, I believe no matter where in life you hope to find joy, the adventures we take during our journey holds the beautiful possibility of any kind of true peace.
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