Supertramp

I'm sitting here, staring blankly at my monitor,

I have a story floating about my head, but i can't seem to get the words out, I know what the story is about and i know the out come, its just a silly little fantasy adventure about Kebab's and the frozen wastes of north london, with a final battle against the kebab demon,

I'm even having trouble writing this blog, i guess i've just been thinking about the story of my life, and the repetitive nature of it, and that sometimes i just want to end the paradox, not by suicide, but by selling everything i own, and i mean everything except one of my cameras and maybe even buying a new Macbook so every now and then i can up-load videos and photos so people who care if they can find me have at least some clue as to what i'm doing, then disappearing, not telling anyone where or why, just one day there i am and the next, i don't exist, off the grid so to speak, taking jobs when ever i need money, traveling the world, and sometimes when i think about this i drop my real name altogether make up a new one, the prospect of a fake passport has occurred to me, just so i can cross boarders when i need to, should i even carry papers that prove I'm a British citizen? incase trouble arises or is that a cop out,

Africa,

India,

Southeast Asia,

Mongolia,

China,

Australia,

New Zealand,

South America,

North America,

Of course i'd up-load the videos and photos once i've either left the area or country that i took them, or when i get a chance to reconnect to the world.

Creating new accounts and using a new email address so my name and past life can be forgotten, in the hope that i can start over, find my true nature, find out what kind of human i am, when faced with the hunger, poverty that is so prevalent in Africa would i turn my back because i just can't be bothered to help, or would i stay as long as i can until i feel like i've made a difference,

Would i just walk through these countries taking photos and recording lots of video like a tourist, would i stay in hotels or sleep rough, would i buy food or learn to hunt, could i learn to survive on my own learning the "tricks of the trade" from the people i meet, learning about their cultures and history as i go, not to mention the languages i would hear, and would that be such a problem, would i find humanity in every culture, every man, woman and child that i come across.

Been writing this blog for over an hour now.

The big question for me is, would i find a purpose. Or would i need to go on a vision quest for that ?

Its just the thought of continuing this paradox, its not very appealing to me, but then is it appealing to anyone? to live a life of minor differences day to day.

Regards

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