Unpredictability

While he was steady like a rock, 

His gaze held a touch of the unpredictable.

While he was thirsty for independence,

He still missed having to hold hands.

While he was longing for home

His eagerness for adventure was palpable.

Magic Bus

Last night I watched a video that showed a glimpse of the Magic Bus Memorial, in the Denali Park-Alaska (from the movie "Into the Wild"). 

I have a feeling that I spend most of my time visiting my imaginary Magic Bus, my "porto seguro", the place where I get to go home to, at least internally. 

One of my personality traits says that I live most of my life "inside my head."

More and more I find it to be thru. It's very comforting to step away from the world and walk into my Magic Bus, where everything has a place, every memory is sitting on a shelf, all the emotional supplies awaits to be needed. 

This is also where you realize that "happiness is only real when it's shared", so every once in a while I step out of the bus and collect more memory supplies and emotional tools to prettify my bus!

Here we go...

I am amazed by things that happen as if they've been strung together to accomplish a determined goal. 

Last night I follow some of these strings that culminated into watching the movie "Into The Wild."

It was a very cathartic experience. I'm still digesting all different thoughts brought up by this movie, leaving me kind of numb and pondering.

These past 4 weeks have been full of life changing situations, and as expected and required, it left me wondering.