humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
The Soul That Never Gives Up
“I will not give up, not as long as I draw breath” Caleb thinks to himself. “I walk up the road to this mountain top, and no matter how hard I climb I fall. It’s so cold, the wind blowing against my face. I keep hiking and climbing but the wind and snow is too much. The frost around my eye lashes makes it hard to blink as the crunching of the ice hurts my eyes. I search for something, a purpose, a peace. I long to find meaning in my journey, and I hope I can live to find my destiny in the midst of this storm”. Caleb continues to walk and walk, he notices the deep blue skies and the black obsidian like rocks intermingled with he snow and ice. He approaches the frozen lake between him and the last part of the mountain he’ll have to climb before he reaches the top. He carefully walks across the lake. As the wind picks up the snow blinds his sight even more. He pushes on and continues to make his way to the mountain top. He thinks to himself, “What will I find when I make it up there? Will I find what I’m looking for? Will I find the peace I seek? The purpose of this? Will I make it? I don’t know. I often wonder how different I could’ve lived my life. I often wonder what set me on the path of this journey. What possessed me to do so? I spent so much time in isolation and self-sabotage that I’ve now realized I need to come to a place of self-discovery. Where I can hopefully find this new vision of living a life of purpose. Protecting those who can’t protect themselves. Helping those in need. Taking care of my self physically and mentally. I want to do good but I don’t know how to. It’s like I’m trying to find the answer to everything in the midst of the storm. The storm I’m trudging trough as I walk along this frozen lake, and the storm I’m going through mentally. I often think of the words of my father before he died…
By Chris Cossin4 years ago in Wander
Haiti My Heart Aches For You
Haiti my heart aches for you. You put one foot in front of the other - never moving forward. You never get a break. Yet you smile with bright eyes and a vision of hope. It is hard to be Haitian. A beautiful island in the Atlantic Ocean. Sparkling like a jewel. Nature has been teasing you, cruel to you - hurricanes and earthquakes bombard you without mercy. Your people are good natured, their voices sing out, their art makes colors speak - can you ever get a break?
By pamela mayer4 years ago in Wander
I Don't Want To Hurt No More
The sun was bright. Glaring down with an intensity that stagnated the air. Thick, dry, and hard to breath. The moisture deprived earth crunched beneath booted feet. The wind provided no reprieve. It blew like a furnace and the sand burned like fire.
By Kelsey Lovejoy4 years ago in Wander
A WANDERING MAN!
"Oh shoot! that's hot", Karen yelped as she reached into the oven to pull the rack. She hurriedly put her fingers in cool water to ease the heat. Then, she went to her icebox to see was there any butter. It was a little bit left in the corner of a bowl. She scraped the edges of the bowl and applied some onto her fingers and placed the bowl in the sink.
By Dr. Totziette Slater4 years ago in Wander
Walking the Dog in an Interdependent & Independent-Minded State!
Welcome to Northwest Indiana, says Roxy, who loyally panted by my side after a long and winding stroll down our new “hood” over a year ago. Her older sister, Nitty, rested in the other room – always, "On-Call". Today, the dog walked very well, in what is still “new” Northeastern Indiana territory. Remember, she’s an undomesticated wild pack dog from Aruba... and has ALLERGIES. I’m from the South Chicagoland Area, mentally ill, and came with an elderly cat with ongoing FOOD desires. Read on, and you might learn why people love their dogs here, the obligations of all pet lovers out there to be responsible, communicate effectively with other people providing care for the animal and by being kind and mindful, as you should be to yourself!
By Unlisted&Twisted!5 years ago in Wander
June 6th 2016
June 6th Today I went to a dunkin donuts I will not be coming back to. Manager was such a bitch about my cart, she could have asked kindly for me to move it but she comes out telling me she's gonna call the cops and just being nasty about it. Looks like I was wrong about the street it's N 60th ave.
By Robert Frost5 years ago in Wander
Arrested at the Casino in Bethlehem - facing the lonely choice.
February 28th, 2020. A true story. There are times in your life when you have to take all of your remaining chips and thrust them into the center of the table; all in. Regardless of the stakes, or the odds – with caution to the wind – you’ve looked out from the inside of your sunglasses and realized abruptly that everyone at the table is staring at you.
By Craig Borzelleca5 years ago in Wander
PorkSmart
Right before the clash of man and bat in Wuhan, I was right beside the city opening an affiliated Jiu-jitsu academy. The locals were very kind, giving me an in-depth tour of the city and how they live their day-to-day lives. In China, being a white male, I was a spectacle. Children and adults alike would follow suit and ask me to flex my biceps or to feel my skin. I’ve always been rather outgoing, so I loved it, I was like a celebrity. As strange as a white man in China was, I had nothing on the food. There were fast-food chains prominent in North America littered throughout but I wanted the real deal. Give me the food you all eat on a daily basis, I requested. They smirked, ready to have a field day with all the cuisines I’d undoubtedly never fathomed. The first was fried scorpion on a stick. The crunch of the shell actually complimented the jerky-like muscles of the inside, quite tasty with the spices and such it was orchestrated with. The scorpion on a stick certainly surprised me but not nearly as much as them being brought out live. Stingers cut off, my friends dipped them in wine and chomped down. Possibly my favorite of the cultivating cultures food was the extra fluffy pancakes. They had this perfect golden sheen on their smooth dome-like structure. They are quite filling but still a great way to start the day. I was offered some bat, but something there just didn’t feel right...
By Rayne Lalonde5 years ago in Wander
