No Guts No Glory

The girl that I was travelling with through Central America, Sarah, met a guy in El Salvador, Jude, and they well, hooked up.

Aside from the helpful accoutrements of their surroundings–ah, nothing more than paradise, sunshine, salt water, freedom and cerveza, they fell in love.  But it wasn’t the kind of love that you find travelling–the kind of love that is waged like your last dying day, bound by the finite constraints of Time but bolstered by the addictive adrenaline of adventure–loved with that much intensity and that quick a fizzle.

Somewhere amidst the waves and the hand-rolled tortillas, Sarah and Jude found something more.

Sarah returned to her soon-to-be new professional life in Toronto, because for a time, success and financial security was what she thought she needed.

Jude returned to Portland, Oregon to fix up some properties, make some cash and plan his next surf trip.

Now against the Travel Laws of Romance, for everyone knows not to fall in love with a surfer you met by the sea; everyone knows loving is easy when its served with a small slice of Paradise Pie, whereas Real Life Love is a whole different can of sea snails altogether.  Regardless, Sarah and Jude “kept in touch”.  Which probably means they developed an intimate relationship with their Skype accounts.

Dot, dot, dot and the next thing I know, Sarah is flying out to Oregon, loading up Jude’s truck, strapping surfboards to the roof and they are driving back down to Central America for an INDEFINITE AMOUNT OF TIME. 

Sarah and Jude said fuck Real Life Love.  We’re gonna live our dream and eat Paradise Pie every day we damn well please.

More and more I see people redefining the way life is to be lived.  More and more I see people writing their own stories, making up their own rules.  I see more people living bravely; living outside the confines of four square corners and a pension plan.  You create your own destiny.  (Although I would argue, you co-create your own destiny.)

This life is so short.  And living it fully takes Courage.  Bravado.  Moxie.  Balls.  And sometimes, it takes a LOT of those things.  Sometimes you have to allow your world to be turned upside down.  To be shaken to the core.  To hand over the reins of control, expectation and plan to the daredevil of Death himself, throw your hands up in the air and enjoy the muthafuckin’ ride.

Without running the risk of sounding like an inspirational fridge magnet, you can have the life you want but first you must dare to dream.  And sometimes, that knowledge is terrifying.

To Sarah and Jude, tonight I drink a Tecate in your honor.  (Because Toῆa is impossible to find in Montreal)  For showing me courage.  For choosing yellow fever and bikinis over business suits and responsibility.  For choosing hammocks over California Kings.  For choosing waves and wanderlust over rents and real jobs.  But most of all, for choosing LOVE…against all the odds. 


5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Kate
    Aug 25, 2012 @ 19:48:31

    Wow. Amazing post. Seriously just what I needed to hear tonight. Thanks:)


  2. Patti
    Aug 26, 2012 @ 10:53:00

    Love it! Thanks! Just what I need to hear!!


  3. YMT
    Aug 26, 2012 @ 22:06:48

    A quote from The Pilgriminage by Paulo Ceolho (An awesome author):

    “Dreams provide nourishment for the soul, just as meal does for the body. Many times in our lives we see our dreams shattered and our desires frustrated, but we have to continue dreaming. If we don’t, our soul dies, and agape cannot reach it.”

    This post portrays this perfectly!


  4. Lesley
    Aug 31, 2012 @ 09:09:31

    Thank you again Jen…


  5. Trackback: A Glimpse of a Girl | Memoirs of a Downward Facing Dog

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: