I have found myself falling in love with every country I touch down upon and hating America more each time. "Hating America" may sound bad but its not the way many people perceive it to be when I say it. Traveling has opened my eyes to so many new things, allowing me to realize that the world doesn't just fall under this one country... Every time I return "home" my eyes are closed yet again, I fall into the same patterns of life and I return to the zombie like pattern of life. Why is this, if every time I escape I find myself? Am I falsely being impacted by my experiences? This can't be when I feel it so deep inside of my soul... I want to call it "brainwashing" which is what I consider most people in America. We all seem to follow the same pattern all though we may take different roads and that road is paved in green. Seems to me like its the only thing that matters in this country, without it you have failed and with failure where is the happiness...
I just want to know when it is I will be willing to leave behind everything and just leave, Live somewhere else for a year or so. See if all I know is America and if its all I can ever know. Self motivation has been limited on my part and I know not why... I have become a talker but gears need to shift into a "go-getter" mode.
~I just don't seem to belong here...
