I am a creator of adventures and a collector of memories. I have an undying love affair with the new and unknown and a passion for the stories that can and could be. They call me, beckoning me to heed the call of of the promise of excitement and and wonder. Pondering the possibilities before me excites me and prepares me even more for the adventure that is ahead of me. It is a call I must answer and an itch that I must scratch. I want to know, no, I have to know what is out there. The world outside my front door is teeming with life. Thousands of possible scenarios spread out before me and billions of lives being lived folding out in front of me. All these stories unfolding before me, interweaving, mingling and crisscrossing through one another. Each one is uniquely beautiful in it’s own way, Narrating the story of the human spirit, teaching me what it means to be alive. It inspires me to look beyond my secure world and venture forth into the unknown and mingle with the memories that are blooming before me, creating my own as I explore the webs of information that is strung throughout the world. I love these stories, they inspire me and make me a better person than I was before. As I gain more knowledge I share it with the world, communicating to them the information that I learned. Because that what we are meant to do with stories, they are meant to be shared. They are an expression of who we are and illustrate to others our hopes dreams and beliefs are woven into the fabrics of their being. In the end we all leave stories behind, I want mine to be one worth listening to. A story that I would like to read and share with others, our lives are our legacy. They are the only thing that is left of us after our spirits leave our bodies. My story is one about a man who is a collects experiences and creates memories, it’s is who I am
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