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December 03, 2017


The problem with having too grand of an ego is its fragility when rocked by adversity. Constantly feeding your ego is an excellent way to avoid thinking about what you really want, but it ultimately crumbles your life (usually around middle-age) and we see a flurry of eccentric motions burst out of the regretful: divorces; career changes; country-hopping and of course: the ferrari. The soul, however, is an ever-changing body of vibrance that echoes each lesson learned. If we think of the ego as sitting at skin level, the soul is so much further inward that it cannot sit deep enough inside the body: so it spreads out. The more you feed it, the further it spreads and the stronger it gets.

Feed that shit.

Starve the ego.



One of the best parts of travel is feeding the soul without comprehension. You don't realise you're doing it, but it's happening. You think you are escaping, but you're capturing the essence of you.


Traveling sits on the height of consciousness, dunking her toes in the warm waters of the unknown and casting a line into the deep. Your soul is in a flux state and you are steering. To walk into the forrest of travel is to enter a self-reliant world of worlds, where matter matters not and the limitations are unlimited. The bubble that once encompassed your world is now flexible, with the sea on the roof and the stars in your palm.



You can be a social butterfly, or just enjoy the world on your own time…


You can challenge the moon to a staring contest, or the sun to a distance race…


Your world is unique and self-fulfilling, with the ability to bring who and what you wish along. With no one to limit your desires or silence your pursuits the world is but clay in your hands, waiting to be moulded and glazed…


Jack Carlisle is an Australian journalist living and writing for Billy Sixes in Gothenburg, Sweden. You can read more of his work on his website here