Living an Adventurous Life…if you think adventure is dangerous try routine it’s lethal

19313_936367689719099_6427734508067260624_n 11226924_936367456385789_2457576437322036825_n 11229557_936367783052423_181291039283641018_n 11053168_936367833052418_828122360185552493_n by Jonathon Lipsin.

“Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you’ve never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground.” ~ Judith Thurman

“Life is either a great adventure or nothing.” ~ Helen Keller

“Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Not all those who wander are lost.” – J. R. R. Tolkien

. “We travel, some of us forever, to seek other places, other lives, other souls.” – Anais Nin

. “I am not the same, having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world.” – Mary Anne Radmacher

“We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.” – Anonymous

“Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all of one’s lifetime.” – Mark Twain

“Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.” – Andre Gide

. “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.” – Mark Twain

. “Travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer.” – Anonymous

“Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.” – Ray Bradbury

“A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.” – Oliver Wendell Holmes

16. “Take only memories, leave only footprints.” – Chief Seattle

. “Two roads diverged in a wood and I – I took the one less traveled by.” – Robert Frost

“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” – Augustine of Hippo

. “I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” – Robert Louis Stevenson

. “What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” – Jack Kerouac

“She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. ‘Time’ for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.” – Roman Payne

“But that’s the glory of foreign travel, as far as I am concerned. I don’t want to know what people are talking about. I can’t think of anything that excites a greater sense of childlike wonder than to be in a country where you are ignorant of almost everything. Suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most rudimentary sense of how things work, you can’t even reliably cross a street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.” – Bill Bryson

“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.” – Pascal Mercier

. “To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.” – Hans Christian Andersen

. “We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered.” – Kahlil Gibran

One of the biggest mistakes people make is that they settle. They are afraid to look for more because they fear losing what they have. They are afraid to try and make their life better because in trying they think they might make it worse. That is not how the universe operates.

It all started pretty soon after birth . According to Lipsin legend i broke 3 cribs in a bid to escape and one day i did and i have vivid memory of this. My parents went to NYC for a vacation and my grandmother was in charge of me. I managed to climb out of the crib and crawl outside where i crashed on a step and cut open my chin which may or may not be the reason i have a Kirk Douglas type cleft in my chin. At the emergency i got stitches.
This traumatic episode failed to deter my ardor and yen for adventure.It only served to stoke it i am afraid.
The records i had growing up in the early years were all stories and became the catalyst for a world of imagination. Stories that were about the Wild West resolved in me a deep desire to become a cowboy . That never left. So one day i did become a cowboy and it was only three years ago and it satisfied my soul . I read everything and anything and i was blessed to have a home that had plenty of music and records and books. The books were a portal that took me on a magic carpet ride and i realized at a young age that reality could be changed and was not fixed. This gave me permission to let my imagination soar and walls came tumbling down. Actually because it was such an early age the walls had no chance to be built yet.
I lived in a different world from my peers.one of adventure and imagination and i have never strayed from that sensibility.
At the family dinner table i would chew my food like i was a pioneer or cowboy and imagine myself coming off the trail all the time keeping up an endless stream of conversation as normal but behind that was my other reality. When i would go to sleep at night and i am talking about being 5,6,7 I would always have a glass of water by my side because in my other life i would be alone in the desert under Western skies and i would have to escape from the Indians stalking me or the outlaws and well a kid gets thirsty out there.
School was a stifling experience mostly and try as i would i never seemed to fit in. I excelled at history and english but failed at math and gym. I remain the only kid to fail gym in high school.
I read so much that i would read all the history and literature books for the year course with 2 weeks of school starting and then would have to suffer the whole year as the class went through them. At the age of 10 i was reading everything my father read and was at a University level.I was reading Camus and Kafka . Not that i understood everything though.
In fact i still don’t understand everything.
My childhood was about taking chances and having adventures.I hopped freight trains at 10,11 and would ride them and then jump off without a thought. I dreamed of riding horses in the wilderness and i prowled the neighborhood with a gun that was jimmied so it wouldn’t work . I found it by the railroad tracks and i suspect it was of WW2 vintage because a few years ago in the military museum in Israel i saw the same gun in a case.
I took on the task in my childhood of being a Nazi hunter. I would take off for the day mostly by the railroad tracks and imagine hunting down these vermin much to the bewilderment of the neighbors in that suburb. I was oblivious to them and would crawl trough backyards in relentless pursuit of my prey. “There goes that kid again the Nazi hunter” i imagined they muttered under their breath.
In between i would collect bottles from Italian construction workers and cash them in for candy and comic books. I loved my comic books and still have them .They only whetted my imagination as i pored over the classics like Robinson Crusoe and Robert louis Stephenson tales.
I had a tree fort in an old apple tree and i had a tipi in my backyard and sometimes i would sneak out of the house and spend the night in it.
I believe i was 11 when i decided to run away from home . It was 1964 one the Civil Rights movement had inflamed me . I read all about the “Negro experience in the Deep South and i was determined to hop freight trains down to Mississippi and join the Freedom Riders with Dr King . I saved my money and made plans all the while studying road maps. My brother finally blew the whistle on me and my parents laid down the rules . I was essentially grounded and my money purse was taken away from me much to my dismay.
I didn’t have to run away because my family situation was bad .It was just that i had a great imagination and a sense of adventure.
At 7 or 8 i was lying in my bed and i carefully examined life as i knew it. I saw the road that society was determined to place me on.I likened it to a conveyer belt.I would finish public school and go to high school. I would graduate and go to college. I would then beta job and get married.I would have 2,3 kids and i would wear a suit and tie and i would go to an office every day and i would grow old and fat and bald at 40 and then i would die without knowing what the fuck this life was really about.
I made a vow to escape.
Then the Sixties exploded and i found the perfect backdrop to do that. At 15 i informed my parents i was leaving home.They were understandably aghast . Yes i was going to drop out of high school and live a life of adventure and i was sure to return after making my fortune. They were shocked and swore to chain me down.I then ran away from home and found myself gloriously on the street and the road for three weeks, Then i returned to their relief and told them if they didn’t give me permission to leave in the form of a letter that i could show the police then i would vanish forever and they would never see me again. If they gave me their blessing for one year then i would keep in contact with them. They reluctantly agreed. As my father said in my documentary ,”Sometimes you were a little bastard” I suppose he was talking about this time. I changed my name to Huckleberry and i kept that name until i was 23. Some people still call me by my old road name of Huck.
I left home during the Sixties living in communes ,hitching and hopping freight trains across North America like it was my personal playground all the time writing scribbling down feelings and philosophies and poetry on scraps of paper which i still have . In fact this week i will open that treasure trove after all these years and see what lies within.
I travelled about 20 times crisscrossing the country living off my wits a wild child on a great adventure.
Somehow i was blessed and nothing bad and ever happened to me .It was like the Gods said “Let Jonathon Be”
I came to regard any inconvenience as an adventure waiting to happen and i still do,
Within all of us lies that hunger to crawl out of the crib, climb up the highest tree, cut class, to run away from our comfortable lives and go searching. Searching for a simplicity, danger, adventure, a falling out of the nest and seeing if we can fly , a sense of exhilaration with moments of clarity and fear, personal limits, and for a quiet that only comes from being far, far away from anything comfortable or familiar.
We may all have this within us .I don’t know. For me it was an ancient voice from way back exhorting me to test my wings.
Some people can stifle their hunger for adventure easily, satisfied with the yearly trip to a resort ion the Bahamas where every whim is catered to or a cruise where there is a structure in place and an itinerary . I cannot do this ,follow the herd . I must explore ,venture to places i have never been to and to situations completely out of my ken of knowledge . This is what turns me on. Meeting new people and throwing myself into new cultures,new foods and everything thing else that may bring.. I have to float out to sea and hike with elk like i did the other day just to remind myself in the midst of nature that i am small .
It’s a hard thing for most people to understand: why do some people go outside of the boundaries in their lives in order to feel alive?
Why do any of us feel this way?
Is normal life just that boring?
Last time I checked, most of our daily lives aren’t boring per se, but at first glance there is something lacking that being adventurous gives us: a test.
The other day when i went hiking i was gone for 5 hours because i wanted to test myself.see if i could still do the strenuous 12 miles or so tracking elk and i did and i was pleased.
We, as humans, like to test our limits, our strength, and our bravery. As counterintuitive as it sounds, we often put ourselves in situations that create fear–maybe a lot of fear, maybe just a little.
I have been there in that fear.I rode a mustang down a 100 ft cliff into Canyon De Chelly with an Native American guide for two days and i have gotten lost in the mountains near Sedona and had to find my trail back again to get off the mountain or be alone during the night. I have had to deal with the fear and sometimes i thought i had gone too far. My experiences in the Israeli army i had to deal with fear in real time and i realized in order to do what i was doing i had to release the fear and accept i could die.With that came a powerful sense of freedom that i have her realized since.I had conquered in that time all sense of fear.That didn’t mean i took risks all the time.It just meant i grew powerful in the face of it all.
, We all just want a chance to prove to ourselves that we are brave. This runs deep
We are all afraid of something.
We must learn at some point to smile at fear which is what i have studied in buddhist thought.I had a picture of a smiling buddha on my front door the past few years before the weather took it with that saying ,”Smile At Fear.”
One thing I know to be true is that stifling our adventurous side can be unhealthy. Ultimately this means that we aren’t testing ourselves. Some of us have gotten very good at this. So good at it that we’ve stopped being adventurous in all parts of our lives. How many of us are afraid of any risk at all, like dancing in public (or even in front of your own mirror), complimenting someone, trying a new yoga pose, letting go of judgement, speaking up for yourself, or falling in love.
While doing things that push our own personal limits and test our courage can sometimes be deemed as a waste of time ), if we don’t act on our intrinsic urge to adventure, we will eventually stop being brave in all aspects of our lives.
I will always try a new dish in restaurant for example.
These things are good for us because they remind us that we are alive, breathing, and strong–something that we often forget. If you’ve lost that feeling, tap back into it. Do something that scares you, that reminds you of your mortality.
Remember that you are made of flesh and bones, that you are full of blood and have a heart that beats and can be broken.
This will make us feel alive, something that this world and our lives desperately need.
. I have no regrets that i have lived like this and that i continue to live like this. A few years ago i was sitting in a cafe and a friend invited me to Spain and i got up from my seat and went to the travel agent and said book me on this flight . That was the start of a great experience an adventure .
At the end of my life i will look back and smile .That is all.
I am no better than anyone else and no worse.I just do things my own way.

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