Just start writing. Mongolia. I am going to Mongolia in 3 weeks and staying for 3 months, traversing the countryside on horseback, camping, and searching for people; the culture; the common humanity.

I was overcome with the power of purest joy, passion, and love – life – some days ago; the beauty and grandness that is this world. I saw a film a few days ago, and to quote it, “we are mortal, and so everything looks more beautiful to us.” I love being overpowered by the dumbfounding realization that I am mortal. Only then does it become obvious that I am meant to answer to my spirit, and the rest will take care of itself.

I am going to Mongolia for freedom. Lack of freedom is so often blamed on external factors, when really, freedom is moreso obtained by taking an internal leap.

Don’t ask me, but some things just feel right. There’s no more foundation to them than that. They are the ferocity within us. I choose to follow rage to my dying breath.

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