Adventure Is Alive and Kicking

I have a good friend who is considerably younger than me, but because he's quite perceptive, intuitive and full of life and heart, I often forget he's his age and that I am mine. His sense of adventure, want of life and willingness to take risks is so alive right now that it kicked my sense of adventure back into gear.

I used to throw myself into situations - spent $700 on a 10-week course of Asian American theatre in LA after graduating college against my father's wishes where I sang a solo in front of an audience at an end performance; flew off to Ames, Iowa to fight child abuse for AmeriCorps Vista; went skydiving from 12,000 feet requesting that we do somersaults and as many twists and turns as possible as we careened towards the earth; drove up from LA to the Bay Area with a packed 1990 Toyota Camry to make a living and a new beginning without a job or an apartment; literally ran off of Mt. Tam, hang gliding over the trees like a hawk and gracefully landing on our stomachs on Stinson Beach; monitored cancer clinical trials, which is the pinnacle of difficulty, when I was just a beginner without any real training.

I sure loved learning the hard way by diving into things I didn't know much about and hoped that I would come out ok not knowing full well what I was in for. But I did come out ok because I'm still here - still standing and better for it. So go, my friend, take your risks without regrets as it'll all be worth it in the end. I will begin new ventures soon as well. Thank you, again, for being you.