Walking Across America

My mission is simple. It requires no finesse, nor calculations. Although both have been put into effect anyway. The cogs of my plan rage on through time with no barrier halfway strong enough to hold it back, or even slow it down.

What I am doing is either pure insanity, or genious. Though I wouldn't be able to tell those two apart.

Three thousand three hundred and three miles. A good number if you ask me. Thats the distance between my two destinations utilizing the path that I have laid out, from NY to LA.

Does that leave a lump in your throat? I didn't think so.

Im walking it. Lump now? No? How about, with purely survival gear (Nothing modern), and using no prior money, only money gained through playing my guitar in every city that I stop in? Yes. That lump has fallen and lodged itself into your esophagus now, hasn't it.

I was orphaned when I was 15, and lived in an abandoned house for a long period of time, which makes this trip easier. I grew familiar with living off of nothing, and making the best out of everything. I think I might be more comfortable on soil and leaves, than I am in any king sized bed manufactured by our industrial workforces. The coils and springs are wasted on my now dirt-accustomed back.

The urge to become famous and play my music had come long before 15 though. It started when I first picked up an instrument in elementary school. The recorder never held my interest, but the violin I played did. This later migrated to other instruments including clarinet, piano, bass, drums, and besides others, my absolute favorite; guitar. It seemed like the first time I picked up a guitar, the music just streamed out of me, crashing against the rocks and boulders of my soul, purifying the tones and vibrations into melodical masterpieces. At least, thats what "I" heard, only years later did I actually obtain enough skill to play the deafening music that was constantly plauging my head, dulling out all other sounds, Such as life.

My music has always kept me sane, in the worst of times, and it brought me much peace, understanding, humbleness, and intellect. Not only of book-term knowledge, but also of philosophy. The way life looked through music was ultimately prettier than the way it looked through eyes, and needed to be expressed that way, or else it was just a guitar playing a man, and not a man playing a guitar.

So off I go, across the United States of America, to show the whole world a little kindness through inspiration. A little guidance to those in need, and a bit of soothing melody for those who have already found peace.

Keep looking out the windows, I will be walking by.