I still have adrenaline pumping through my veins. It’s been weeks since I got back from shooting the Challenge for MTV. That was some intense stuff. I am hungry for more adventure. I feel pretty average and unexciting right now.

It started this morning when a radio preacher man talked about how we have a generation of disappointed young people. Television promised action, passion, and excitement in our lives. Real life is not like a sitcom, movie, or even a reality show. (I’d be the first to know.) He went on to admit that most of life is pretty boring, doing the same thing over and over again. It’s not bad, it’s just not what TV promised.

But still, I want adventure.

I think about the most brutal adventures: climbing Mt. Everest, bull fighting, and flying your own jet. I should just quit this life and do that. But even getting to those adventures takes a lot of boring preparation. Climbers have to learn how to tie knots, bull fighters wait while the bull takes a dumb, and a pilot has to iron his flight suit.

I should try something different–even more wild. I could hop trains, pick fights, and jump off of buildings. I’d hitchhike. But that’s dreaming too. What happens when after three days a train doesn’t pass by? Or when I get beat up at a truck stop? Or arrested before I get to jump? That’s no pure adventure.

To really live adventure like we’ve been promised, you have to make a habit of flirting with death. A lot of people die that way. The adventure stops right there.

I have about 650 journals here on this site. Many of them are about adventures in fame, traveling, and creativity. A lot of it is the same thing over and over. But each journal is really about my deep desire to spread the Love of God. That’s what I do. This is who I am. This could very well kill me.

This is an adventure I am willing to take.