Sometimes you have to lose your way to find Yourself

I was born in the Bronx and for the first eighteen years on earth my curiosity took me no further than West Orange New Jersey. At 18 I ventured to Washington DC and at 20 I made it all the way to Miami Beach. Then at 21 I attempted to move to San Francisco, but I got no further than St. Louis.             

In 1971 I got AA degree after 5 years of starts and stops. I felt like I earned something, like a vacation that became a gap year. It was an introduction to the real world, it gave me a boost in confidence, a Masters in Mundane Knowledge and a Phd in suffering.                 

On a whim in late 1971 I traveled to Europe with a friend. It turned into the adventure of a lifetime. With little planning and no itinerary, we flew to London with a 2 month student rail pass and enough money to live comfortably for 1. Time passed quickly and after 2 months I found myself alone in Italy with time and money to spare. Getting used to flying by the seat of my pants I headed to the heel and took a ferry to Greece. On the beautiful island of Crete living was easy, simple and cheap. There was no reason to return I had been bitten by the travel bug and a voice was calling me, it said, go east so I did.

The six months I spent in India changed my life, It gave me confidence and the patience that comes with it, while teaching me empathy and humility. I was humbled by Indian generosity and amazed by their acceptance of fate (kismet) as determined by social class (caste). While I marvelled at their instinctive survival skills nothing could prepare me for the poverty and suffering I saw. Hidden by their peaceful demeanor lay their total belief in Karma and the patience to wait for it.


One thought on “Sometimes you have to lose your way to find Yourself”

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.