I'm commited to boredom. I didn't listen to my heart. I didn't follow my plan. I took what was safe and available. That's not me. Now I'm paying for it with complete lack of motivation and self loathing. I hate what I have become. My career really sucks the life out of me and I'm about to fight back to regain my freedom. The first step is to see what I'm capable of, to test my limits, to break the mold and see if I'm really ready to wake up and live. The first step is an experiment.
I decided a couple months ago that my life is too easy. All of the pieces seem to be falling into place, except I didn't make the puzzle. The pieces are all wrong and I certainly wouldn't put them where they're trying to go if I had the choice. The funny thing is, I do have the choice. This is my life! I don't care about the house with the yard, the wife, or the two kids. Well maybe I do care about the wife, but you get what I'm saying. The American dream is not for me. I'm too crazy and adventurous for all that. It's in my genes (mostly just the crazy part).
With all this thought about living sane and doing what everyone else is doing, I can barely stand to watch my life tick away. I made a vow to myself to do something so bold, so different, and so not normal that I would shake myself awake from this slumber of boredom. I decided to be fully and purposely homeless. Everyone I know lives in a house, condo, or apartment. Why? Is it more than just a place to sleep? I'm about to find out.
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