It became apparent to me, in my life back on the East Coast, that the sum of my parts was not greater than the whole. In fact, sometimes some of my parts subtracted from the whole.
My mind, my body, and my livelihood were not working together. They weren’t coherent, and they were pulling each other apart.
This is the story of how I was forced to face the music, and it wasn’t that bad.
A few days ago, I packed my bags for San Francisco to begin a new life.
It was very short.
Minutes into my new life, I realized I had booked the wrong ticket from the wrong airport. My flight had left before I even left my apartment.
Feeling (and looking) like the deflating remnants of a once silly and exuberant balloon, passively accepting the end of my new beginning, I asked myself “Since I am here anyway, where in the world do I want to go?”
The answer hit me like a ton of bricks, not only getting me away from my problems but actually solving them. The answer was Thailand.
It is world renowned for it’s medical tourism, the cost of living is low, it has great Internet infrastructure, and it’s a place where spirituality is mixed in with every day life.
I booked a flight, called my parents who rushed over to the airport with one last meal from home, and began my quest.
I would argue though, that the true beginning of my quest, was the moment when I accepted my reality and gave myself the permission to want something. That was the beginning.
Questing for Coherence 