Tim is not an essence

The rain beats on my tent, the consistent thud of the drops makes the experience of camping so beautiful. Im lying in the middle of a thunderstorm on the top of the blue mountains, serenity feels the air, it's the perfect last day...until I woke up the next morning soaked, backpack wet, sleeping bag drenched, I'm cold. 

It's the last day of two weeks, I've been away from my home for about three weeks now. There have been more moments where the time feels like its standing still, yet I find myself looking at time like a pair of lost keys, I've kept a grasp on it for so long, but today I can't find it.  It has seem to slip through my fingers, and I'm mentally reflecting on where i last left  it. For so long i held onto it counting down my return. I must of set it down on the counter the day I left all my worries to chase after something I didn't know I was running for.

As We walk down life's path it's abrupt edges leaves people struck with fear. So naturally we glance back, we want to see who will be there incase we can't do it, incase we fail. Yet, as I looked back i saw no one, not a single soul I knew. And that's when self-realization hits as a traveler, when you come to except that in the physical state you are alone. the backbone to most travelers is left at home.feeling paralyzed you don't want to move. You have all the time in the world and your agenda has been set on fire like a Forrest. So when your friends are gone, when the family is absent, when your job means nothing, and your most valuable possession collect dust, the real challenge begins. The things that I thought made me, don't. The things I now realize I invest in way to much have been kicked from beneath me. You get to know yourself in a whole new way, and the process is beautiful. At first adapting to traveling was hard because i was trying to discover something that has already been discovered. until i realized backpacking isn't about discovering new land, or seeing new things, but its ultimately about  discovering yourself through the must bizarre circumstances. Circumstance that are a rarity when at home. 

Now that I've understood and taken in the processes of backpacking i really started understanding how I function. backpacking has evolved into one of my favorite things. What you learn is unbelievable, and  The stories are endless. 

Here's one...

Her name is Mrs. Victoria, she owns a piano shop. Luckily I was able to get there before she closed, but surprisingly I stayed for an hour after she closed talking with her about life and her adventures when she was younger. As I went back to mrs. Victoria's piano shop to play the next day, a man entered briefly after i started playing. He  was talking to the owner, mrs. Victoria  when he heard me playing one of the pianos in the corner. He approached me and introduces himself, he then ask to take a seat. I said yes of course, he tells me to continue playing what I was playing, so I do. Then he just freely starts playing along on the top half of the piano as I played the bottom. We performed a duet together, even drew a small crowd. I'm suppose to meet him tomorrow morning before I leave to play some more, maybe get some lessons. He said i play from the heart and have a gentle spirit when i play. I guess you can say I did find time and it wasn't on the counter,  Ive been holding it altogether. I just  don't look for it anymore...