I noticed him right away. No, it wasn’t his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn’t the slim, collarless biker jacket he wore, hugging his lean shoulders. It was the way he stood. The confident way he waited in the cafeteria line to get a slice of pizza. He didn’t saunter. He didn’t amble. He stood at the center, and let the other people buzz around him. His stance was straight and sure.
Books pull you to other worlds … let them, and enjoy the adventure.
Misadventure asked what the harm was partaking in one more and I decided not to argue with her.
Make everything an adventure. Otherwise, it will suck.
Every mountain top is within reach if you just keep climbing.
… I will go to France, to Yugoslavia, to China and continue my profession.’
‘As sanitary engineer?’
‘No, Monsieur. As adventurer. I will see all the peoples and all the countries in the world.
…we have a high calling etched into our bones and written on our hearts. God wants to engage us…and deliver us into a life He has dreamed for us… We were made to explore.
You can never get enough of adventure.
Those who want to start a new journey, there are always new roads open for you
…and yet, at the end of it all, a few very broad lines did seem to stick out, like the primary colors in a painting that explain all the confusing blends. And once I had understood my artificial convention, as one understands a convention of the theatre, it was surprising how many adventures did, with a squeeze, fit in their compartments- provided that I chuckled as I did the squeezing and reminded myself that it was all a game anyway.