My willingness to let others in on the best version of myself is a direct reflection on my ever-evolving tribe of friends. They say you can’t fully love someone until you thoroughly love yourself. I believe you could say the same thing about your tribe. I may not know the secrete to creating the perfect tribe, but this is how I am reshaping what I would consider a perfectly impact tribe.
I didn't ever know if I could enjoy music the way I once did prior to my last drink, but now the notes sound clearer and the lyrics speak to me in a different way.
"Music is probably the only real magic I have ever encountered in my life.
There's not some trick involved with it.
It's pure and it's real. It moves, it heals, it communicates. And does all these incredible things." - R.I.P -Tom Petty
No words will ever be able to express the experience I took away from my very first BURN. From coffee made fresh on the playa each morning to the genuine conversations I had with friends from all over the world, words can't express the people you meet, the feeling of riding your bike into deep playa for the very first time or the sleepless nights, overwhelmed by the lights, dusty, hungry, excited and often times lost, but not really, it was the little moments when you find yourself alone only to stumble upon a friend handing out dumplings from a bike cart in the middle of deep playa. To put it best, Burning Man was the most authentic week I have ever lived.
My story, both for the good and the bad, could have easily been represented in those rocks. My story has been weathered, damaged, chipped away by one event after another, never fully broken, still standing. My life, like those Magic Mountain rocks, were once dark and grey, colorless. They were just rocks in an isolated desert, serving no purpose, but today, like my life, those rocks, they serve a distinctively fun, meaningful, colorful purpose to exist. Seemingly overnight, an object that most would never believe could change its existence, did. These rocks, like my life, now has color, filled with a meaning to be shared with others. This story, my story, closed one chapter on April 16th, 2014 when I had my last drink, a chapter filled with darkness, and life being lived without meaning, a story that is now being re-written by a new author, the Sober Voyager.