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The Monomyth
A Calling For Another Adventure
Shit just got real. I am looking at a hard copy of my book next to me as I write this flow. My story will be in the hands and hearts of the world in a few days, and I feel an immense fear and panic as I look back at the crazy adventure writing took me on over the last three years. It’s as if I figured out how to turn a black and white canvas into a vivid world filled with a complete set of oils inspired by darkness having meaning in my life.
There’s no control over what my essays and poems will inspire in others. What happens next in my story depends on how willing I am to let go and accept my next call to adventure.
In my earlier years, my journey was all about achievements in life. From becoming a Marine, building a successful career, starting a family, and everything in between, I returned from many dark caves without reward or lesson. Until one day, I had no choice but to step into the dark cave I was afraid to enter my entire life.
I think many of us are on similar paths. We feel lost, so we attach our worth in life to love, milestones, and rewards. But every moment we choose to ignore our true calling is a moment we lose ourselves in a sea of false beliefs. Those moments add up, one by one until we’re just a bunch of mindless bodies running around without direction or purpose.
