While I slither down the rabbit hole of exclusive insight, global economic crisis’ and escalating war scenarios
I frequently ask myself “what am I searching for and how did I get here?”
Like a weary traveler collecting postcards, I gather pieces of information to share with the masses via media.
While practicing in this field, or what many would call a career, I am often blind to the fact that people are changing around me.

Within this changing process lie a breed of people who are engaging in relationships, moving in together, and ultimately collapsing into love.
Is there something they know that I don’t?
Am I always the last one who’s allowed to dance with the girl with the pretty smile?

As a media personality I have had the opportunity of circumnavigating the world while filming, reporting, eating, drinking and inspiring others while being inspired myself in one sitting. The dreams I had growing up stood the test of time.

Inside, I’ve always known that there’s something more to my quest rather than information and idea sharing.
There’s a design for life and I’m catching on to it.

Many years under my belt, I am beginning to figure out that I am subconsciously chasing my true love.
In doing so, I am finding glimpses of her in every corner of the world.

My solitude towards the imaginary soul mate in my mind burns like a bonfire set a blaze by a mad man.
The clues to her whereabouts are scattered throughout different continents.
Sometimes these tidbits ring true in airport terminals among perfect strangers.

When I start getting closer to what I seek, the Universe pushes me away. I look to discover the lesson to be learned.
Not available.
However, the chase continues and all caution is thrown into the wind.

The art of psychological warfare in this game of love is one to be appreciated, so I practice it.
It’s like the lever in the school hallway that says “Pull in case of Emergency”. So I pull.
Force, fraud & coercion aren’t part of this action.
An involuntary relationship is not only depressing, but rather insulting.
Patience, persistence, and compliments are key components to this art form.
My words and actions are best in complementary form. At least from my research.

In past experiences:
She found me in a hotel lobby once. I offered her roses. She offered me promise. Reality offered me an eviction notice.
Expiration dates do exist. Its my job to recognize them as they’re usually next to the cliché womanly road blocks.

Another instance I was enticed to visit her in a foreign country.
With the US in my rear view mirror, the chance of new beginnings were exciting.
Like a sleuth, I gathered evidence and participated in the casual flirtation.
As time built, I was deemed misguided for merely reflecting on what was given to me.

I became a statistic, another casualty of war.
What is my purpose?

Maybe I am destined to be the off-the-wall story teller.

What I do know, is that my journey isn’t over just yet and my true love does exist. She exists in many forms.
When I am in a crowded hall I see her smile across the way. When I finish a bottle of pinot noir I can hear her call my name like a songstress in the night. While I strum my guitar she knows I am playing for her and her only.
My love is pure and beyond room temperature. When she enters a room a drum beat ensues and heads quietly turn.
She can’t be copied or compared to any other.

My true love may not have the physical form as my imagination may lead me to believe but her spirit is near.
Time reveals her face to me little by little.
I’ve learned that being open minded, and a little different than the rest, can take you a long way in this life.
In a world where people make the same mistakes, being different is a revolutionary act.

By: Dean Ryan