A rebel without a clue.

Two hours solid meditation after I got moved to a quiet room, on my own, in a bed without a shortness issue. Sorted out the backpack: ready for the morrow. The real Way begins from Monday with clearness and a less distracted mind: I ordered water with lunch because booze does get in the Way I want. A lot of meat passed into me: from tomorrow it's going to be lentils and beans mostly. Hastily I head back to room 19 as that lunch killed me off - again. Yesterday is really taking its toll on my body: zero energy being chalked up. Was going to walk the circumference of the walls, but really can't be bothered. Maybe later, but I really don't know if I'm going to wake up today really. The bad rain returned and it's a day to keep quiet.

Life is for experiencing everything. To be, do and go. To touch, taste and feel. To belong everywhere. To be entirely true! But isn't that's how I'm challenged, because it's disapproved of: I disapprove of myself constantly with the voice. Feelings of unworthiness and disappointment, but what are my true emotions and who's voice is ripping me apart? Yesterday was harder than I cared to believe, where each footfall was painful and I was fatigued in all my body, carrying a overwhelming backpack, so I started to question myself and my ethos: what does all this thing you do mean Daniel! So I cried into the night because I felt helpless and hemmed in. Even with all the years of walking I'm still lost upon the highway and have no goal in mind: other than perpetual peace. Two mornings ago I was on the path to peace, but then the noise overtook me again. When the Coquille - scallop shell - vanished so did that peace and I allowed it to chase me for 50 kilometres! Stra...