Jump into the unknown.

I sometimes feel like a fish out of water.  Completely unaware of my new surroundings, I have to sit back and observe the new motions.  My fresh eyes are twitching incessantly, taking in all that needs to be observed. I feel like an outsider, but appreciate a new perspective.  I am usually starving to get out of the normalcy of everyday life, but afraid to dive into something new.  As cliche as it sounds I need to just jump.  Jump into the unknown, and witness a new horizon.  Maybe it is a good thing to escape the fishbowl of expected existence.  

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I know places we can go.

I am not usually the person to be easily taken aback by something.  

Yet I was consumed by the awe in front of me.  

It is the unknown pleasures that I appreciate the most.  For instance I could have stared at that same spot every day and never stop to take in the wonderment.  My daily routine consisted of running in front of the Dali museum, most of the time I barely glanced over at the building, just pushing past trying to get to the end.  I now realize that something I have aesthetically taken for granted, is something I find the most solitude in.  

I am always searching, yet where I felt like I belonged the most was where I came from.   Always trying to push away from what is comfortable, I finally just accepted that this is a good place to take things in and admire the feeling.  

So blinded by our own selfish pursuits we never relish the beauty that is here.  

The beauty in the salty air.  The beauty of togetherness.  The beauty of belonging to something much bigger than ourselves.  I know places to go where I am part of something.  My own Jes Grew movement that I can be a part of.  I am entranced by this feeling of belonging to something.  

you will never come close to how I feel.

                   

 It was the perfect way to clear my head.  The thoughts that consumed me were wearing thin as I accelerated.  The car was literally the vessel I needed to propel myself into nirvana.  Although it was another cliche maneuver, driving away from the stress that trapped me was the perfect escape.  Without over thinking what I should be doing instead, I just kept accelerating looking to the open highway ahead.  I had no clue what made me want to just drive away.  I wasn’t sure if it was the weather, music, or just the simple solitude that made me blissful.  I am also not sure if it was the idea of "California dreaming" that had me antsy, but the pleasure in escaping in the most simple way possible was satisfying enough.  Traveling with fresh eyes, being awakened to something new.  No one will ever come close to how I felt that day when I shifted gears.  

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