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"Take me along for this ride", i said, unknowing of the contempt i would hold during the first two thirds of the trip.    unknowing of the experiences i might gain, the purity i would lose or how tired i would get from holding the burdens  i was to collect.

       the safari guide led me in the gate, training me for just under a year, prepping me to use what i had, to stray away from fears, stray away from tears, how to hold my life dear ... to me.  the views i had were optimistic until it was time for the ride.  the journey had begun as the guide left my side.  unknowing of what might happen, my face glistened, amp and vulnerable in this rain forest  i grew accustomed to the scenery nodding to the plants, admiring the acrobatics of the animals.  i wiped my face after a while realizing there was no need to feed the seed of fear.  but not exposing myself full either.  i ran into a few other explorers along the way.  hesitant of actions, bashful about questions, we traveled together for quite some time.  i let my guard down showing them my mind.  i dont know why i forgot my training or why they would abuse me. but my fears leaked out and i was alone and used.

       my dear precious life almost taken away in an instant, my shoulders hung low and the contempt was growing eminent  i collected a number of burdens when i met them.  friendship lost, the guilt of disobeying my trainer.  i had just passed the 1/3 milestone.  the stone was blank so i painted it telling it a tale of my own.

       trudging through the waters i was bitten by a bug.  infected and hostile i came across a tribe.  there the other explorers decided to reside.  it took a while but they gained back my trust, the lady was more developed, along with that was my lust.  i let her in my heart again, showing her my fears, spending nights under stars.  discussing life love and our peers, we felt the same about these chance encounters.  getting hurt by everyone while trying to spare others.  

i spent one night alone one time, trying to figure out if she wanted to come with.  but when i went to go ask her, she was telling everyone what i said.  making a mockery of my views, saying she's glad i let her loose, that i was the kind of man who give explorers a life of recluse.

       my burdens grew heavy and my training almost left me, so i ran until i collapsed, curled up forever.....sobbing.  i drudged on when i woke up, hating every moment that i choked up.  i tried to be naive again, i tried to think to back when, i asked the safari guide if i could ride with him.  i did some soul searching and decided if i find it, giving insight to other people would set the temperature right in this climate.  sweltering and unsteady i ran into a stream.  looking down into the waters i saw my eyes twinkle and my souls beam wander.  hiding behind my humanity, scars, tears and all, i forgave everyone of their mistakes and dropped my burdens off the waterfall.  they created a splash and setup a dam.  slowing the waters to a trickle, so the communities could take baths.  cleansing themselves of their weights, they learned how to stop the hurting and hate.  and as i went on i painted the mile marker  

       walking on through the rest of my journey, i saw the inner beauty of everything.  not crying ever again, except from happiness or from laughing.  the more people I met the happier I grew, because deep down inside I knew why the guide taught solitude.  He wanted you to appreciate the values that he told you to hate.  reverse psychology of rain forest anthropology. my trip was soon over when i reached the last milestone, but this time it was painted for my by everyone who i helped along.