Adventure Time

Virgina – D.C. – New York


Our latest family trip that did not disappoint. Aside from the frigid temperatures and fast pace lifestyle, culture from all corners of the world coexist from day to day routine. First stop was a bit of a drive to D.C. – The Pentagon. 100s of memorials right on the front lawn in remembrance of those who had their lives taken from them…

Innocent lives departing prematurely leaving behind brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, husbands, wives, children, family, and friends. The pain still throbbing years later… I could not imagine being on either end of that kind of loss… Heartache only to sleep nightmares forever to wake up to another. That empty feeling of having no prospect on that invevitable oucome, helpless… A constant battle between cursing life’s shitty parts to feed the fire that burn forever… Those scars never heal, they only reopen from time to time when flailing like a petulant child does not reverse time. My heart will never be able to understand that kind of suffering but heart is all I can offer to all those affected eternally.

“Pain and suffering are only the beginning. To endure, walk with bleeding palms while white-knuckling searing metal before the squelch – that takes the endurance of a true survivor”

Next stop – Airforce Memorial. The view overlooking the majority of D.C., one I wish I could see at sunset/sunrise. Yet another pinnacle to those who sacrfice so we can hold on to our privileges. As only a humble civilian, my salute would not mean as much as those currently holding the status you fought and died for, but for what you have done for us I shall hold on to dear and near, just as I hold my heart at our nation’s anthem. No longer here, but never forgotten.

Followed by the Lincoln Memorial. “Things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle” – Lincoln. Have influence and you can change the world. You cannot climb the ladder of success with your hands in your pocket. And wringing your hands only keeps them from rolling up your sleeves.

At the base of the memorial looking past the water walkway towards the Washington Monument, man is proven capable against any odds. The secret is to always look forward. The Lincoln Memorial facing this sky reaching edifice, travels across a serene waterbed – to me, a physical representation to what we are capable of as long as we continue to not stray from our vision. As long as your mind is at peace with determination and hardwork, the goal achieved is only a matter of time. However, the trail we leave behind should not be revisited only referenced upon. History is only doomed to repeat itself only when we turn 180 degrees from our goal.

Finally, to reach NY via a 4 hour bus ride. Public transportation will always be an adventure. As a proud introvert, the risk of social interaction provides the sort of rush synthetic to ‘life flashing beofre your eyes.’ Saying something wrong, rude, impolite, all blank ammunition misfired because I was too anxious to remember the safety. BUT, practice makes perfect. Also, first time seeing a broadway show – Anastasia. Brought me back to the endless rewinds and plays of VHS tapes. Phenomenal.

Tears in public used to be an indication of lack of self-control and therefore a sign of weakness. However, it is an emotional cathartic moment reserved for true and genuine connection. I have to learn to explore and grow from that. The ability to cry in font of people is in fact an indication of security with oneself. Bucketlist check – cry at a broadway show: done.

Overall 10 out of 5 stars. The people, the vibe, the tempo, all an addiction hard to leave. As cold as it may have been that time of year, I want to jog central park because it is on the way to my favorite coffee shop. To dream a fantasy would be second to NY. I’ll see you when I see you. JD


Adventure Time

Mardi Gras, New Orleans


Living in Sin City, you would think body and mind would be already primed for a destructive induldgence of alcohol and drinks of the like. However, New Orleans proved to be an extreme challenge against fighting the allure and aftermath of intoxication. Music, public nudity, dancing and the journey of a thousand bars taking advantage of every single happy hour. Getting lost becomes something coveted and the moments lost through slurred visions, become notches in a belt.

The walk through hell and back, a sure way to bleed the wallet and even shave the shirt off your back. Turmoil painted with smiles and writhing limbs shouting muted groans to the night sky. No other place on earth exists such sinful tastes. One rivals, but as the saying goes, “The grass is always greener on the other side.” What stays in Vegas often transposes in all other aspects.

Forego the routine of a civil lifestyle and live the life meant to be. Be bound not by chains and repetition, but rather by your ever expanding imagination,

The world is universal energy and we are meant to connect with what belongs to it:

‘Borrowed energy always in motion never to remain static, but everlasting and everychanging… Never refuse to take your fill, you will never get a second chance to make a good first impression’

Dance to silent music, drink to whatever intoxicates your soul. Your vessel was never meant to conform but rather dapt to a variety of external stimuli. To get ever closer to self discovery. Never let them mute your moxy.

However, even post the rancor ruckus, the humility and dense culture flooded the air, and swept across our souls like a light breeze. Freshly cooked seafood soothed our clouded heads and healed all mistakes and regrets. Dining was more of an experience sat at the kitchen table. Ater being called upon to gather for supper, but not before prayer to enhance its appreciation. Smells redolent of spices, cajun seasoning, and love only a mother could supply. Taste addiction at first bite. Perfection.

…Bon Apetit…

…A coup de gras…

…raison detre…

Not only did the people flourish with much hospitality, but art too was unselfish. Ranging from the modern militia to moments as old as religion. Search high and low and the journey will surely confront you with New Orleans culture.

Passion for books and art are actually a prerequisite and life is reduced to its most simplest form – Earn your keep, give back, and enjoy your life like it is your last night. With a hubled heart completely arrested in the mardi gras lifestyle, until next time my love…