As I sat there in the cold rain for the fourth straight day, I contemplated the reason I signed up for this. It was 1987, and I was sitting on the border between West and East Germany serving in the U.S. Army, 8th Cavalry. I’d been watching a bunch of nothing for days on end, hoping to see some movement just to break the monotony and get a break from the rain beating down like a soft, monotonous drum. My eyes were heavy and my pulse very slow, the warmth of my wet poncho liner was all but gone, and I was shivering, but I had to stop and remember: “This is the job, this is part of the sacrifice.”
30 years later, looking back I now realize that those moments of concentration during deployment were exercises in conscious creation, in forgetting my thoughts. In painting the future, I was creating my reality. This has since become a daily activity for me and has led me to the most incredible places on the planet.
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