You meet all kinds of people on the road. Some of them are clearly running from something; a past trauma or an action they regret. Others are clearly looking for something; a tribe of like-minded people or a safe place to call home. This results in a strange mix of people ending up in strange places and sharing their lives for any where from a few weeks to a few months. You part ways knowing that you'll never see each other again despite your endless promises to keep in touch. But you always remember the people you meet on the road, and your life is usually better for having met them. Case in point, I met a guy named "Fred" when I was farming in Indiana who'd lived an insanely cool life. He did corporate America for a while, and decided it wasn't for him. So, he high-tailed it to Vietnam and taught English for several years before deciding that he wanted to become a shaman. After that, he made his way to Brazil where he wandered fo
by Sensei Alex Kakuyo
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