Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
~ Falsely yours”
― Charles Bukowski
Travel is my love. It’s deeply rooted in my soul. Writing and owning Bucket List Publications has brought the world to my doorstep. This year I visited 14 new countries and returned to many of my favorites from the past. It has consumed me. I’m always planning my next trip. It’s a drug and I’m high all the time. But it’s not a bad thing. I’m going to die doing what I love and taking as much in as humanly possible.
I just returned from a four day trip to Club Med Cancun where I tried trapeze, kayaking, snorkeling, windsurfing, swimming in a cenote, catamaran sailing, dancing, and riding a bull. I’m exhausted, but tomorrow I will take the over-night flight to St. Lucia and start another new adventure at Windjammer Landing. I’ve found what I love and I’ll give it everything I have.
Have you found what you love?