Things I have learned since I've been on my own--Oklahoma
So its been about two weeks, maybe a little less, since I left home. Already, so many things have happened that have changed my view of the world. I have learned to appreciate so much more.
For those of you who do not know my situation, it is this: I am homeless. Two weeks ago I got in an argument with my parents that was really the culmination of several things having recently gone wrong. It ended with me leaving for good. I have been living in three places for the past two weeks; a car in front of wal-mart, a tent on the banks of the North Canadian river, and in the bedroom of a very close friend of mine. It is my intent to post in this blog whatever revelations and realizations I have about life in the hope that someone may benefit from them somehow. Now, on to the point.
In the short time I have been on my own, I have come to realize a great deal about the world around me. My views on certain things have been greatly altered.
When I left, I was held firmly by the belief that while people might try to be good, most are not. I believed that people were generally looking out for just their own selfish desires. I know now that isn't the case at all. Complete strangers have been so helpful to me that it is hard to imagine. How can someone who has never met you be so willing to help you out? In short, I now believe that people are generally good. I believe that a person will do what he or she can in order to help a person if they really need it.
On one of the first nights of my new adventure, I came across a group of people, a couple of whom I knew and one of whom I was a good friend, who routinely camped along the banks of the North Canadian River. I had never been camping before, but I had always liked the thought of myself as being a sort of rugged survivor type guy. Well, something changed in me that first night. Not a shallow change either, but a deep, core change. A spiritual need seemed to have been fulfilled. I'm not quite sure what did it either. Maybe it was the way the waist-high water rushed about me, carrying in it all the little particles of sand and dirt it picked up from it surroundings. To me, that river was life the way it should be lived. The river did not stop because someone told it to stop. It was a force. It was a vital essence of such great influence that its very flow caught up the little motes of dirt and grimy rocks and took them to far away places. Eventually those things ended up in a lake somewhere, but they would have been clean. That is what life should be. No one should root themselves to one spot. Life is short and there is so much world to see. Allow yourself to be caught up in that glorious river. Who knows where you will end up? I can promise, though, that whatever lake you at last come to rest in, your spirit will be clean and you will be fulfilled.
That is what I have been taught about the world so far. I will try and update again before I leave for California on Thursday. You can bet I will update you guys on that though. Until next time...Peace!
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