Road Dogs 

Think of everyone as a guru. Be patient. Shut up and listen and learn. Kill your ego for the sake of knowledge. For enlightenment. We can learn so much from a single person. Realize that every random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as yours.

I have no fear and I haven’t decided if that’s a good or a bad thing. It makes no sense to me that people really let their fear stop them from doing things. From living in the realest way possible. If I have an idea, it’s happening. Doubts never stop me. Am I naive or brave? That’s my eternal question.

Why live a life that’s anything less than everything you’ve ever dreamed

It’s your existence, your soul, you should follow its every whim and desire. Let it flow and create. That is how destiny works. Follow your path and you will be led to your perfect life.

The brains of indigo children are beginning to sprout throughout our generation. Another revolutionary age. Rebelutionary. We don’t need to change the system. We need a whole new one. A revolution tries to fix the system, puts a new coat of paint and redecorates an already crumbling house. But a rebellion, that’s different. A rebellion is completely disregarding the old and decrepit system – it is slipping out of it’s old skin and being reborn. That’s the only way we can survive.


Self aware and self analytical. I want to understand me. I want to know what makes me tick, what makes me truly happy and why. Why I feel the way I do. Why you feel the way you do, act the way you do, say the things you do. I want to understand what is real and what is simple tradition. The difference between words we mean and words we say out of habit or obligation. The difference between what we are saying and what we want to say. The reason why we aren’t saying what we really want to say. What is keeping our true selves suffocated? Why are we so full of ego and pride, to proud to admit when we’re wrong, too stubborn to be the first one to say “I’m sorry”. This game of hard to get has broken both hearts in the game. Give in. Say it. Do it. Why not?

It sounds crazy. But maybe I am crazy. I like to think that I am just very good at hiding it. Others see courage, adventure. I think some people have an idea of me. But I’m just me. As crazy as I may seem.


Why are you letting yourself be sad.

I think a lot of us are addicted to the sadness, to the pity, to the excuses we make for ourselves because of what we have been through or what has been done to us

But we are all capable of living. It happens when you start living for yourself. Not for your family and friends. Not by any standards other than those you’ve made for yourself with no outside factors diminishing them. You make your own decisions without fear. You can make shit happen.

Quit your dead end job. Explore your life and yourself. Be broke for a while. Be broke until you can’t stand it. Until you WANT that dead end job with the days off, comfy bed and Netflix that you work all week for. It’s a comfortable complacency to have, but it’s not life. It’s a cycle. It’s not what you’ll remember. Your days will blur together. It’s a life but it’s not living. I want to be alive. I want to be free.


Make some real memories. Some stories to tell your grandkids. I journal because one day I want my great granddaughter to find an old box of random stuff and stumble across my life in writing. I want them to read about my world. I want them to know about Rosie the road dog and my lovers and my friends and my teachers and travels.

I wanna be a road dog. At ease wherever I am, used to sleeping in a new place every night. Enjoying the simple moment that I’m living right now. Watching the sunset over the Grand Canyon, eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with my bestfriend and a hitchhiker named Koi on a picnic table in front of a grocery store.

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