Two days ago, I drove 'round the Bay Area. 450+ miles later, I returned home, exhausted from the long day and the crazed California drivers when it rains.
I didn't expect much from the trip. I wanted to do anything to leave the monotony of the past few months. I played on the beach for a couple of hours, wading in the water, kicking sand at the tide.
I realized that there was nothing to realize. I was not running from anything nor was I running towards some goal. Everything that I needed and wanted was back at home. So, I went back, only losing direction halfway between the Bay Area and So Cal =)
I did a lot running during my twenties. Chicago to SF, back to Chicago, west again to LA, and most recently, back to the Bay Area. I'm fairly settled now. No more running and less and less questioning. Maybe it's because I've found a way to make my life simpler.
Afterwards, I watched Fight Club for the thousandth time. For me, the film tells a dark, cynical story on material society and figuratively saving ourselves.
Tyler: "Do you know what a 'duvet' is?" Jack: "It's a comforter ...." Tyler : "It's a blanket. Just a blanket."
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