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I have come to the conclusion that when it comes to living life on the run move, one becomes so engrossed in the push and pull between Past&Future and the There&AndThere that inevitably the mind loses the capacity to focus on the Here&Now.

At this point, I’ve come to assign this particular affliction the title of Wanderlust, which isn’t exactly a ground breaking discovery, but nonetheless certainly provides a larger context (and thus tangible reassurance that no, I’m not the only one fighting invisible daemons) for my self-induced curiosity about places that I’ve experienced, heard of, or dreamed about.

And, if the only way to enter into the 12-Step Program for Finding Oneself by Actually Finding Oneself is to acknowledge that I’ve got an identifiable and thus treatable condition… well, I’m now at least partially there. Yes, I’m still a bit non-comittal.

It’s actually quite ironic.

I’ve found it so easy to become enveloped in things that have happened and things that might happen (but usually don’t) that I foolishly miss what is right in front of me. The result is that weeks, months, or years down the road I wake up one morning and say, “Wow, wasn’t it a great time that I had when…”, which is the kind of romantic reminiscence more fondly known as nostalgia. Subsequently, the thought creeps into my mind that it might be a good idea to go try and find that kind of amazing experience again but with a new twist, all the while re-enacting the kind of epic fail that can be compared to a batter swinging blindly at a ball which has already hit him square in the face — an embarrassing and totally avoidable situation that is easily prevented by not chomping away on bubble gum while getting lost in day dreams induced by the glare of modern stadium lighting.

Like I said, this isn’t brand new information for the world to consume, but it’s certainly a minor revelation for this lost traveler which has led me to proclaim: I solemnly swear to try to live life Here&Now… and also that I am up to no good.

^.^