10 Cities/10 Years was the scaffolding upon which I built my life; now I can stand without it.
I was dating a girl named Destiny. That isn’t the beginning of a poem – it would be terrible if it was – but it is, more or less, the beginning of 10 Cities/10 Years. Destiny was the prototypical mid-2000s emo chick with the requisite shock of dyed hair and star tattoos on her wrists. … Continue reading Go. Do.
These are my plans for 2017. Beyond that, who knows? Maybe I'll spend a year in Spain, maybe two, or three. Perhaps I'll follow it up with travels in Asia, South America, Africa. Maybe I'll never set foot in the United States again; just as plausible, I could return to New York in a couple years. I know only one thing at this moment: I want a life up in the air and out on the road.
I don't do New Year's resolutions. I'm a big believer in personal change, I just don't put any stock in arbitrary time markers. We don't change because the calendar turns; we change because we make a choice to do so.
Fear is a natural reaction to the unknown. Terror is the most basic response to what is going on the world, but compassion should be as well. Empathy and a desire to understand, these should be just as powerful emotions within all of us or our world will continue to deteriorate. We can't keep pretending that just because something happens on the other side of an imaginary line that we won't be impacted.
We are going to remember 2016. We are going to remember it for what we lost. We are going to remember it for all that happened, and for all that we had hoped would happen, but did not. There will be times when the memories will come back to us in waves of pain and anger and utter dismay. We will not be able to forget.