On The Road

Mason. 22. Lover of all things sublime. Travel, nature, community, photography, literature, volunteer work, backpacking, history, filmmaking, spiritual fulfillment, friends and family. These are the things that matter.

Vive ut Vivas

As of tomorrow, having spent twenty-two years, nine months and eight days on this floating speck in space that we call “earth,” I will be one month older than my father was when he passed away. In previous posts I have mentioned how this blog, and by extension my life, is in many ways a tribute to his memory. Recently, I came across some wise words written by the 19th century American abolitionist and poet John Greenleaf Whittier:

"Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been."

Over a hundred years later, another writer with the astonishingly similar name, John Green, wrote:

"Some infinities are bigger than other infinities."

For reasons beyond my control, by some grand maneuver orchestrated by God or the cosmos or whatever you may call it, I have been fortunate enough to witness my infinity last a little longer than my father’s infinity. His might have been’s are quickly becoming my realities.

At my age, Michael Matthews was a husband, a father, a veteran, a salesman, a chamber of commerce member, and by many accounts, a good man. At my age, I, Mason Matthews, have been a college student, a world traveler, a writer, a dreamer, and by some accounts, though not without valid criticism, a good man.

So where do I go now? I have several ideas, but no way of knowing for sure what may be of tomorrow and all the tomorrow’s from here. What I am certain of is this:

When I die, I want my heart to violently burst apart with love. I want my lungs to suffocate with overwhelming eruptions of laughter. I want my brain to rupture with unrestrained wisdom and I want my tears to drown me in an overwhelming flood of compassion. I want to have lived without reservation and I want to die without regret.

We all exist, but how few of us have truly lived?

This is FC Beercelona, the finest football club this side of the Mississippi. (That’s me in the front on the right!)
Despite being accidentally placed into the advanced league our first year as an intramural soccer team, this motley crew put up a hell of a fight during the season opener that ultimately ended in a 1-2 loss. 
I couldn’t be more proud of these guys for the exhausting and valiant effort they produced. Together we are a family on and off the field. We may have lost the battle, but FC Beercelona have only just yet begun to fight…
The boys (and mustache) are back in town. It was awesome reuniting with these fine gentlemen before heading down to school next week.

After living and traveling for sixty-eight days across ten countries, tomorrow I’m coming home to you, America.

The sun is slowly setting on the British Empire.

“A journey, I reflected, is of no merit unless it has tested you.”

—   Tahir Shah
This photo looks like I’m nonchalantly hot tubbing in the River Thames. (Also: I’m in London now!)

The Welsh countryside.

Chilling at the edge of the world.

Aillte an Mhothair (The Cliffs of Moher)

“I don’t really feel like I’m in another country yet. I just feel like I’m in a strange part of Los Angeles where the people all talk funny.”

—   My friend Josh on his first week spent studying abroad in London
Setting sail out of the Port of Dublin aboard the Ulysses. The destination: London, the final chapter in this grand adventure.

Pictures from my pilgrimage to the Holy Land.

Tapas on toppa’ tapas.
(I only took like three pictures in Madrid and this was the only one that mattered)

"Allow me to state here how much I love Barcelona, an admirable city, a city full of life, intense, a port open to the past and future."