india.

Six years ago, around this time, in the summer, I embarked on a journey.

I did not know where I was going, nor did I even expect to fall in love at the rate that I did.

But I found myself in India, and I found myself enamored.

With the people.

The culture.

The land.

The language.

The strife.

The passion.

The love.

The reality.

The struggle.

The enlivening spirit amidst a people who were so steeped in who they were.

Chai was drank.

Incense was burned.

Mountains were passed.

I came back after a month when I was nearly 19, and I was changed.

Nearly six years later, here I am at the threshold of trip number four.

Along the way I have steeped myself in my passions.

Music.

Lyrics.

People.

Hearts.

Spirit.

And I still hate flying. (It’s true! :) )

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And I am left breathless.
I am left speechless to most when they ask why I would go.
Why I would drop everything.

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The answer is in the landing of the plane.

The answer is in the smell of the air.

The imperfection.
The beauty amongst the rubble.

The hearts that were tailored in the same fashion as mine.

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There is the reasoning.

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I am left breathless.

And yet, I go.

Whether I feel completely ready or not, it’s time again.

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There is something that time does to oneself.

There is an enchantment with passion and with vigor.

It takes you over.
It poisons you in the best of ways.

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And there you are.

On a plane, flying away from everything that makes you comfortable.

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That’s why I go.

That’s why there is a need.

That’s why I believe.

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It takes my entire breath and being away.

To lose oneself, is to gain everything.
We are all here for a purpose.

This is mine.

keep it together, always.

Troy