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So listening to Bob Marley as I woke up this morning I couldn't believe the apostlic nature of some of his lyrics. Here you go.

You running and running and youre running away, but you can't run away from yourself. You must have done something wrong. Why can't you find the place you belong.

Pretty much describes what i have felt like for the last 1.5 years of my life. Got scared of growing up and a huge word that starts with M, so i went to Maui last summer. Then i did the same thing from pressures of school to China for a few months. I think i have nothing to run away from anymore. I've feel like i know what's important and not important now. And I've learned to distinguish the two, and seen people running away from both things.

In China I met a guy that was about 28 from Wales. He passed while we were hiking on the mountain. He was a photographer and had been traveling for 5 years by himself taking pictures all over the world. He was running away from what life had told him he needed. He said that he had few social contacts and mostly met people around in his travels. He had his life on his back and he was running away from his fear of becoming something that he thought everyone else was, normal. His run had left him with stories and a full passport, but running on emotional fumes at 28.

Doing that, isn't in my game plan. So now, back to school to study what interests me. Headed to Asia soon to work on work. Life is a balance, and each persons scale is different, but when we find that medium, we're where we need to be.