Days Go By

“And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
And you may ask yourself-Well…How did I get here?

Letting the days go by…”

How did I get here?  Those lyrics by Talking Heads are haunting.  Most people are the leaf on a river.  They are being led to a destination.  But it’s a destination most likely not of it’s choosing.  The leaf much rather hang out with a friendly tree.

I’ve been letting the days go by.  I have been the leaf.  Five years from now I will arrive at a destination.  The mature question is Where?  Well, stop this train, I want to get off.  I want to live a better story.  A part of that story will make it here.  But don’t just witness, participate.

Live your own better story.  You are more that that guy/gal that gets up, gets dressed, goes to work and pays bills.  I’m more.  You’re more.  Let’s be more.

My name is Andres. Welcome to Amadorlife.

Days Go By