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I wish I had a chance to visit Bali's Monkey Forest when I was six, when my biggest aspiration in life was to have a pet monkey. It would have spared my parents from me begging for a monkey friend every

I’ve been on the road for 1 month and 18 days. From New York to the Amazon jungle, Los Angeles, Kansas City, Sedona, Santa Fe, Boulder and a ranch in Colorado mountains. Tears are filling my eyes as I’m

Since I published my first Steemit post and it made $114.79 overnight, I've been obsessed with this new way to share and curate great content, and have been convincing my friends to join me in this new

It’s undeniable: food is powerful. What you eat, you become. As you wake up, do you shove down a bagel while checking your emails, or eat a vibrant and nutritious meal with a side dish of mindfulness?

Imagine driving 80 miles per hour on a small country road with no place to be, no other cars in sight, and no cell phone reception. Only you, your heartbeat, a kickass playlist, and the road. I can't think

Hey ya'll! I'm posting the obligatory selfie with my account name to confirm my identity. But mostly, because it reminds me of the good old MySpace days, with a hip-hop backwards hat selfie and T-Pain's

6 days from now, I will leave my home and friends in New York City to board a one-way flight. 30,000 applicants, and I'm one of the few chosen ones. One suitcase. 16 months. 16 countries. And one big idea