It’s not about writing like they told you to in English class. It isn’t about numbers. Perfection does not exist. Balance is temporary and finicky for a reason: to keep you moving. It isn’t about being like anyone else or beating them. It’s about the moment. It’s about being open to the actual adventure…open to-‘engage in hazardous and exciting activity, especially the exploration of unknown territory.’ Everything I have done is small and fairly insignificant on a large scale. But I can tell you a good story about every town I have been to, about the people I’ve met, the mountains I’ve climbed, the horses I’ve ridden, the crazy jobs I did, and all the times I’ve embarrassed myself. For me, it’s not about quantifying anything or putting a grade or a time limit on things. Life isn’t a race or a test. School is out. Breathe freely and live your fleeting and finite life!
“Some of his classmates mocked him for earning his keep as a janitor, but others were mesmerized by the stories he wrote of his wide-roaming life…” (Haley, pg. 3)
“He quit in a rage and became a hobo, riding the rails and experiencing the penniless subculture of vagrancy. To his surprise he met brilliantly read men among the tramps…” (Haley, pg. 2)
-Wolf, The Lives of Jack London by James L. Haley-