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Walking 12,000 miles across all 50 states, raising awareness about the power of the mind, delivering content and tools to retrain healthier thought patterns! 5,525 miles and 25 states down!

25/03/2025

It’s Torin’s birthday today! A whopping 32 years old! Happy birthday to the best partner ever! I’m so lucky to get another year with you!

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24/03/2025

—In Memory of Jak: The World’s Best Friend, a Beloved Part of Our Family, and a Member of the Walking America Couple—

Jak lived an extraordinary life—one that only the world’s most ambitious people might aspire to. He climbed mountains, braved over a dozen fights he didn’t start, met thousands of people, and slept beneath open skies within nearly every landscape and biome the states have to offer. He was thirstier for experience than even we are, and in the time we were together, he most certainly took in more of it than we did due to our preoccupation with social media, logistics, planning, and distraction. He was there for every moment of it, and that is more important than the events and sights themselves—something only made possible by the person Jak was. That is what we have come to talk about in memory of him, not what he did, but who he was.
Just as parents see their children, pet owners often see their pets through rose colored glasses. But, for better or for worse, Jak wasn’t really like other dogs. When we would take him to a dog park, Jak didn’t engage with the others so much as he explored. In fact, Jak didn’t generally bark at other dogs or play with them in the same way; he would observe them. There are a few exceptions to this, but he was usually either just curious to watch or indifferent to them. We have often wondered if it was because of his intelligence that he seemed to struggle to connect with other dogs in the way most dogs do.
He was always learning, soaking in as much information as he could. He had a remarkable ability to intuit what we wanted with little to no effort on our part. Point one way, he goes that way. Wave him over, he comes. Say, “let’s go back,” and he leads you to camp—having never heard the phrase. This too wasn’t any kind of regular saying: we once were sitting in the living room, there was some kind of noise he didn’t respond to, and I said, “Did you hear that? It sounds like someone might have pulled up,” and he started barking and walking over to the door. No one was there.
It seemed as though he—at least roughly—knew what we meant with nearly everything. Of course, this wasn’t always easy to deal with. Jak hated baby talk. He knew when he was being patronized—he just wanted to be treated as an equal. Yet people love to baby talk at dogs, and on the walk, it was a constant issue until he lost his hearing. “Please don’t do that. He’s growling at you because he doesn’t like it.” But people just could not help themselves.
There were a lot of things Jak didn’t like. He didn’t like it if you got in his face for love. He didn’t like it when people tried to—and why are people doing this with dogs anyway—control his head while petting him so they could look at him or pet him where he clearly didn’t want them to. It’s so invasive, and Jak knew it. He had a huge sense of personhood. He wanted respect, freedom, and to be treated as an autonomous being, like an adult.
Jak had many personality quirks. He had a bathroom corner in the yard, for example. If you threw the frisbee over there, YOU had to go get it. He’d just look at you like, “You want me to scoop that up with my mouth? No way, dude.”
He also sang, though only to two songs. I have no idea why he even started, other than perhaps his own nostalgia. At the age of 16, I was watching a lot of SpongeBob and Family Guy. Yeah, I was still watching SpongeBob. What of it??? SpongeBob is great. But eventually, I pulled away, and a couple of years went by without those shows. I put one of them on one day, and Jak started howling to the theme song, hitting the highest notes as they rose. He continued to sing to those two theme songs until he went deaf.
He was particular even when it came to affection. He liked some people more than others, but was generally friendly with everyone. It took time to develop a true relationship with him, however. Paige felt alienated when we first got together. She constantly remarked at how she felt their relationship would never grow, worrying that Jak would always favor me. I suggested going a little further out of her way to connect with him, play with him more, take him out, do things for him. It was such a slow burn. But over the last couple of years he finally warmed up to her, perhaps favoring her over me more near the end.
He wasn’t a very cuddly dog. You couldn’t pet your way into his affection. But for some time, if he had a good day with one of us, he would drape himself perpendicularly over one of our torsos for about 30 to 90 seconds once we lay down for the night. And he would only pick one of us—the one he felt treated him best that day. If the other one tried to love on him, he would growl and let us know he only wanted the affection of the other person at that moment. He was just so incredibly aware and communicative.
Jak was reliable to boot. We could count on him. When we would arrive at a new person’s home, in most cases we were able to just leave Jak outside and let him wander. He rarely strayed too far from a certain radius around the property, and if he did, it was more likely out of misunderstanding than disobedience. He knew what his anchor point was. If we were ever roughhousing, Jak would place himself in between us. And if he felt one person was being too aggressive, he would grow aggressive toward that person. He could be let out around other animals—rabbits, squirrels, or deer—and we could count on him to stay right there, watching.
Oh, how he watched. I’ve never seen an animal take in sights the way that he did. If there was a view to look at, he wasn’t preoccupied with something else. He was looking out at the view. He had so many moments of stillness, soaking in the nature, not just chasing after a smell. He really seemed to appreciate things in a way I’ve never seen another dog appreciate them—only people. It felt like he got it. He understood certain things about existence that most people never even arrive at in their lifetime.
He was as healthy of a being as he could be, for instance. He hated the TV and knew when you weren’t fully there with him. If he was trying to play with you, and you were trying to multitask by watching TV or looking at something on your phone while playing with him, he could tell, and he would often disengage with you. He would turn away from the camera if you broke the moment, trying to capture him in it. And he always wanted to be getting up to something real. Back when he used to walk with us, even if he was incredibly tired, more than just one rest day and he would pester you to leave, to go, to do something else.
As far as healthy habits are concerned, Jak was always exercising and never overate. If we weren’t doing something explorative or adventurous, we were playing rope or playing ball... All. The. Time. Still, I could make him a giant, three-day batch of homemade food, all fresh ingredients and meats, sit the whole pot out in front of him, and he would only eat a meals worth of food. Jak never once got fat, and I never had to take his food away from him. He wouldn’t even overeat straight meat. The vet said it was likely due to his lifestyle that he was still walking and, for a while, still appeared so healthy in spite of complete kidney failure.
This is where we arrive at one of Jak’s most admirable qualities: his strength. Time and again we watched Jak push himself to the point of breaking, because he didn’t make a peep. You could only tell through some physical debilitation the next day. Aside from moments of severe and immediate shocking pain, Jak never whimpered. I have seen his neck locked in the jaws of a pitbull without him making a sound about it. He took everything that came his way and was never beaten down by any of it. He just kept going. If we didn’t regulate the amount of physical activity he had on the walk, he would have dragged himself forward by his two front teeth once all fours had collapsed.
Nothing revealed this more than the end of his life. Toward the end, Jak was suffering from internal bleeding. It’s all there was when he went to the bathroom, and it steadily leaked out of his mouth. Still, we would take him to the lake, and he would go exploring. He could barely hobble around, yet his zeal for existence and his fight to continue remained. He still never made a sound—no whimpering, no sighing. He continued to look out at the view, soaking it all in. He was by far the strongest person either of us have ever met in our entire lives. In everything, he was an example of what we could only strive for.

Jak was present. Jak was loyal. Jak was reliable. Jak was healthy. Jak was strong. Jak was nobody but Jak, and he experienced every last drop of life with appreciation and acceptance of the way things were. Jak loved without greed. Jak loved without need. Jak remains loved. We were made better by you, Jak. You weren’t just our pet, you were our family—the best family we could’ve ever asked for. You are with us, forever in heart and mind.

23/03/2025

Truly enlightened people, regardless of their culture, ancestry, knowledge, or environment, all end up pointing in the same direction, albeit through different words, angles, and lenses. Across cultures, philosophies, and religious traditions, those who reach the deepest states of wisdom arrive at the same understanding: identity, everything we think makes us who we are, is a kind of illusion that leads to the majority of our suffering. Our name, ancestry, beliefs, knowledge, desires, and even our emotions are either temporary, shaped by circumstance, or constantly changing. Yet we cling to them, convinced that this shifting collection of traits forms a solid, unchanging “self.”
But those who awaken—whether through Stoicism, Buddhism, Hinduism, Taoism, Christian mysticism, or just deep personal reflection—realize something: enlightenment is not about perfecting the self, but about seeing it for what it is and dampening our attachment to it.
This might sound kind of woo-woo at first. This had fallen on my own deaf ears at one point in the past. After all, what are you but your self? For most, this realization doesn’t happen in an instant, but it also doesn’t come by way of the same mechanisms which form other beliefs. The difference lies in the process. Typical beliefs are formed through conditioning—if not indoctrination—whereas this is not a conceptual understanding but an experienced reality which one arrives at via deconditioning.

It unfolds in stages, it starts with curiosity—a subtle but persistent feeling that something about the way we experience life isn’t quite right. We notice that no achievement, relationship, or possession fully satisfies us, or we start questioning the nature of our own thoughts and emotions.
This deepens into exploration. We seek answers through philosophy, religion, meditation, or personal inquiry, trying to make sense of suffering and whether there is something beyond the fleeting concerns of daily life. As we engage with these ideas, we begin to see glimpses of deeper truths—the importance of selflessness, the power of love, the freedom and joy of presence, and the erosion of the boundaries between ourselves and the world, between ourselves and others.
Then comes direct experience. What was once an intellectual pursuit becomes something undeniable. The sense of “I” that we assumed was solid is revealed to be fluid, shifting, and yet empty. As the Stoic, Epictetus, said, “You become what you give your attention to.” We grow to see that our identity is nothing more than a collection of thoughts, memories, and labels—constructs that we have mistaken for something real.
Finally, we begin living out these realities. Our understanding moves from being an occasional insight to something experienced. The fear of losing our self fades, replaced by an effortless awareness of life as it is. No longer ensnared by personal desires, fears, or attachments, we act with clarity, compassion, and the sense of interconnectedness, rather than just a belief in it.

This is the path that leads beyond the self. And remarkably, it is the same path walked by enlightened beings across all traditions. The most incredible thing about it is, you don’t need anyone else’s material to realize it. You don’t need a religion to reinforce it, you don’t need to read lots of books, you don’t even need the examples set in the past. Anyone can arrive at this understanding alone, with the meager tools of awareness and introspection. But the examples which came before can certainly serve as a more expedient roadmap.

For many, Jesus is seen primarily as a figure of faith and salvation, but his teachings also align with the same self-transcendence found in other traditions. He repeatedly emphasized that to be truly free, one must die to oneself.

“Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me.” (Luke 9:23)
“Whoever finds their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life for my sake will find it.” (Matthew 10:39)
“The kingdom of God is within you.” (Luke 17:21)
“I and the Father are one.” (John 10:30)

And through his example, refusing to discriminate against sinners and Samaritans and showing love to all, he lived out this understanding. These are not just moral teachings; they reflect the same radical realization found in enlightenment traditions. Jesus was pointing beyond the personal self, showing that clinging to identity—the worldly “me” we construct—must be surrendered for something greater to emerge. And what is that greater thing? Union. Just as Hinduism speaks of union with Brahman, Buddhism speaks of Nirvana and dependent origination, Stoicism speaks of aligning your will with that of the Universal Reason, and Taoism speaks of becoming one with the Tao.

To “lose oneself” is not annihilation but liberation. It is the realization that the small, separate self we cling to is a barrier to true peace and harmony with everything and everyone.
But if identity is an illusion, what remains? What are we without our names, memories, opinions, and desires? This is where words fail, because what remains is not something the self can grasp—it is a space devoid of the forms our minds box the world in with—it is simply being. It is a direct, lived experience of unity, peace, and freedom from attachment. It is not nihilism, nor is it some strength through indifference. Instead, those who awaken to this truth become some of the most active, compassionate, and transformative people in history.
The Buddha, Jesus, Laozi, Rumi, Meister Eckhart, the stoics, and countless others—all pointed beyond the self, not as an abstract concept, but as a lived reality. They did not teach us to strengthen the ego but to see it for what it is. In doing so, they found something greater than the self: the direct experience of our reality, love, and a unity that surpasses all distinctions.
It is in surrendering the illusion of separation that we find our greatest freedom. Not as passive detachment, not in mere belief, but as a life fully lived. One without fear, without clinging, and without walls between ourselves and the world. This is the path: to be curious, to try, to fail, and to finally let go and dissolve into the bounty of everything. That is what it means to awaken.

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22/03/2025

T: I wasn’t expecting to see you in my dreams so much. What is it that you want?
J: This is not my desire; I want for nothing now.
T: I want to talk to you.
J: What would you like to talk about?
T: Were you afraid?
J: A couple of times when I couldn’t stand up. When I saw there was nothing you could do for me, I accepted it.
T: Did I do the right thing?
J: I’m not sure. Do you believe you did the right thing?
T: I’m not sure.
J: …
T: What was it like? You were gone so fast.
J: You wouldn’t understand. There are no words.
T: You didn’t even blink. Help me understand.
J: I saw the grass in perfect form for a moment, as if it existed both that way and the way I once saw it—perhaps in every way. It began to shimmer with every color of the spectrum until its glow saturated my sight and exploded into a kaleidoscopic vision.
T: Where did you go?
J: I’m not sure that I went anywhere. I feel that I’ve always been here. I just didn’t realize it.
T: Is it heaven?
J: There are no ropes here, no balls here, no family here. It is a world of geometry and perfect forms.
T: Are you happy?
J: Happiness is disturbance. I simply am.
T: Is that good?
J: It simply is.
T: Was I good?
J: Goodness is relative. You were good compared to what others would have been to me, but you were not the best you could have been for me. Compared to the best you could have been, you were poor. Compared to what others might have been, relative to the best they could have been, you were fair.
T: That’s not very consoling.
J: You want the wisdom of death? Shhh. Be still. I loved you. You loved me. That’s all that ever matters.

20/03/2025

We got Jak’s ashes today. We’re so grateful to have completed 25 states of our journey with our best friend, and it breaks our hearts that we won’t be able to continue the other 25 with him at our side. This journey was as much Jak’s journey as it was ours. He left a little piece of himself with each of the areas and communities we visited, so we decided he’s finishing it with us either way, and we are leaving a piece of him in every remaining state! ❤️🐕❤️

20/03/2025

Thank you all for your condolences. Jak was a very special person, and we appreciate all the love you have for him and have shared with us. Sorry we’ve been a bit distant on Facebook recently. We just need a little time, and we’ll get back to communicating like normal.

18/03/2025

Jak, member of the Walking America Couple and our best friend in the whole world, passed away today at 1:15 PM under an open sky, while lying in the grass. We will be holding a Facebook memorial service at a time to be decided.

17/03/2025

This time with Jak has really put my ability to redirect my mind to the test. I’m happy to report that we’ve been doing pretty well all things considered. We’re incredibly thankful to have spent so much time walking the path we have in training our minds. Years ago this would have destroyed us. Today, we’re surprised how well we’ve handled it.
Maybe you’ve heard that our attention spans are shrinking due to modern entertainment and media—that they’re being hijacked. But what does that really mean? What does it cost us when we lose the ability to control our attention? If my attention were what it used to be, I’d be incapable of turning it toward a positive perspective in this situation, and I’d feel captive to the negative thoughts it was drawn toward.
Unfortunately, our ability to maneuver our psychological space at will is under attack. If we don’t fight to reclaim it, we’re not just losing our focus but our ability to fully experience life itself and remain positive amidst distress. We become slaves to our own minds.
Everything around us is designed to steal our attention. Social media feeds, endless notifications, clickbait headlines, nonsense shows and movies—each one engineered to hijack your focus, keep you scrolling, and keep you consuming. We live in an age where our attention is the most valuable resource in the world. Companies aren’t just competing for your money; they’re fighting for the seconds you spend looking at a screen. The more they can capture your gaze, the more ads they can show you, the more data they can collect, the more profit they can make.
This isn’t a conspiracy—it’s an economic model. Attention is now a commodity, and social media, entertainment platforms, and news outlets are designed to keep you engaged as long as possible. This relentless capture of attention doesn’t just waste time—it rewires our brains, making deep thought harder and constant distraction the norm. The result? Fragmented focus, an inability to engage in meaningful thought, and a growing dependence on external stimuli—instead of the kinds of thoughts that save you in a situation like this, keeping your well-being intact.
Gloria Mark, a professor of informatics at UC Irvine, has spent decades studying attention. She states in one interview, “…back in 2004, we found the average attention span on any screen to be two and a half minutes on average. Throughout the years it became shorter. So around 2012 we found it to be 75 seconds. And then in the last five, six years, we found it to average about 47 seconds, and others have replicated this result within a few seconds.”
But the problem isn’t just productivity—it’s how we experience life. Losing our attention means losing our ability to reflect, to sit with discomfort, to deeply understand ourselves and the world. When we skim rather than read, when we half-listen rather than engage, when we swipe rather than contemplate, we are changing ourselves for the worse.
William James, who many would consider the father of contemporary psychology, wrote, “My experience is what I agree to attend to. Only those items which I notice shape my mind.” If we could only hyperfocus on the despair that Jak’s condition could bring, this might only affect us negatively. But we have worked for years now to make the obstacle a means of growth, challenging ourselves to find other perspectives by being able to direct our attention toward a more positive outlook.
Eastern philosophy has been educating people on perspective and attention for centuries. A popular saying often attributed to Eastern thought states, “If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious, you are living in the future. If you are at peace, you are living in the present.”
A scattered mind is an anxious mind, perhaps even a depressed mind. Studies show that people who multitask heavily are more prone to stress, anxiety, and even depression. Why? Because the brain wasn’t meant to be in a constant state of partial focus. Additionally, if you lack control over your attention, you will be incapable of attending to those things which improve your perspective rather than darken it.
Epictetus said, “You become what you give your attention to. If you yourself don’t choose what thoughts and images you expose yourself to, someone else will.”
I’m so grateful to be going through this now instead of at some other point in my life. I feel like I’ve prepared myself as well as I could have for it. We aren’t sitting over here in a state of woe. We have sung, laughed, smiled, and given Jak all the love he could probably handle without dragging down his final moments with our own negativity.

Read.
Meditate.
Sit still.
Be quiet.
Write.
Challenge yourself.
Interpret wisely, not cynically. Choose what you attend to.

15/03/2025

We’ve sincerely appreciated everyone’s support at this time. Just want to keep you all updated. We’re not sure why, but many seem to be interpreting our last post as though Jak has already passed. He’s still here with us, but he likely only has another day or two. We will keep you all informed. If only Jak knew the love in the world for him.

14/03/2025

—Jak the Wandering Warrior Beast—
In his youth, the wanderer dwelled within the high-walled Temple of the Veiled Sun, where the priests forbade him friendship beyond their sacred halls. He was given no hound, no steed, no companions but the tomes of the temple’s endless library. And so, he wandered only in dreams, his heart bound to the heroes of forgotten legends.
One such hero was the warrior Jak, a fearless wayfarer who battled beasts and broke curses. The Wanderer read of him beneath candlelight, dreamed of him beneath cold sheets, and wished that one day, a companion of such mettle might venture beside him.
Then, on the eve of worship, as the priests led their evening prayer, the Wanderer spied movement beyond the stained-glass windows. A spirit of shadow and moonlight prowled the golden fields, a hound with a coat like a storm-touched sea, bathed in crimson, fading from the loss of battle. As the faithful bowed their heads in devotion, the beast placed its great paws upon the window’s ledge and met the boy’s gaze.
It did not blink. It did not break its stare. Time stopped between them, and born within the moment—an unspoken vow.
When the prayer ended, the Wanderer rushed to meet the creature. The hound was lean, its ribs a prison of hunger, its breath heavy with exhaustion. The priests muttered of ill omens and spoke of summoning the Falconers of the Pale Crown to remove it. But before they could act, the Wanderer turned to his father and begged to keep the beast.
His father, bound by duty, refused.
But his mother, a woman of quiet rebellion, had already taken up the hound and placed him in their carriage.
“Find its master,” father decreed. Yet no master came forth. No collar bore a name. And so the boy—who had never before been allowed to name anything his own—spoke but one word: Jak.
From that moment forth, empowered by his newfound companion, the Hound and the Wanderer ventured forth.
Together, they crossed into the wilds, forsaking the temple and its cloistered ways. Together, they braved storms of howling wraiths and deserts where the sun burned beneath the fury of a dying god. Together, they climbed the Spine of the World, where the spirit of the wind sought to cast them into the abyss.
Time and again, death would present himself, cloaked in darkness, wielding the scythe of eternity. Together, they warded him off with heroic resistance.
The hound barked him awake when shadow-born chariots veered too close upon the night roads. The hound led him from the jaws of a black lake, when the stars had turned unfamiliar and the shore had vanished. And when the forest grew thick with spirits and the paths twisted in upon themselves, it was Jak who led him to sanctuary.
The years passed, and the Hound of the Wanderer saw more than the kings of old, felt more than the bards could weave into song. His paws had pressed upon stone and sand, his breath had fogged in frozen peaks and humid glades. He had rested beneath silk and slept within the catacombs. He had feasted and he had starved. He had run, he had fought, and he had loved—the love of a thousand hearts.
But no beast outruns time, nor does any soul remain untouched by the blight of fading days. In the end, death was the only adversary they could not defeat. The hound who had once been swift as an arrow now moved like autumn leaves, slow and deliberate. His ears, once keen as the wolf, caught only the echoes of a world growing dim. The Wanderer, who had once feared nothing, now feared only this: that he could not save his greatest companion.
Jak turned his weary gaze upon him, and in those glistening eyes, the Wanderer saw not fear, nor regret, nor sorrow. Only a life lived. Only the acceptance born of a journey well-taken.
So he did not weep. He did not wail at the heavens for their cruelty. Instead, he laid his hand upon Jak’s weathered frame and spoke to him not as a master to his beast, nor as a guardian to his charge, but as one companion to another.

“Come, my friend,” he whispered. “We will face death together.”

14/03/2025

As much as it is difficult to watch your best friend suffer, it is far more important to be sure they get every last moment of joy that they want.

12/03/2025

What’s going to happen to Jak when he dies? Is that the end of his experience altogether? Will he go to some doggy heaven? Could he go to some doggy hell? Will he be reincarnated into some other animal? Was he good enough to become a lion? Or a dolphin? Or a human? Might he transcend this physical plane of existence and move on to some ethereal realm?
The way we answer these questions doesn’t just determine our view of the future, but it shapes the way we live our lives. To the Walking America Couple’s eyes, the view of an eternal self, composed of our opinions, memories, and personality, can’t be reconciled with everything we know about the brain. Different parts of the brain are responsible for different parts of what we call our “self,” and as our brain changes we change. It can change so dramatically—whether through our own activity or factors outside of our control—that, psychologically, we can only be said to be a different person. The evidence only seems to point to a reality in which there’s no “true” version of our “self.” We’re always changing, we just always identify with who we are at any given moment. So which version goes on to live after death? An eternal self doesn’t seem as likely to be real as it is just something we hope for. Does this leave us with nothing but despair when Jak passes?
It feels almost necessary to our psyche to have something more than a nihilistic framework through which to see this extraordinary universe. I mean, why are things doing what they do? Yes, we can look at the complexity of life and perceive some kind of reason behind it, but even beyond that, everything operates according to fixed rules and processes. Science could one day explain exactly how everything works, and we would still have no idea why it’s doing what it does. But it does appear that there’s reason behind it all. The same principles which come together to form our material brain and subjective mind are the same principles at play on a universal scale. The atoms, molecules, and minerals which come together to form our brain, along with others, come together in the creation of all forms.
Everything that exists follows an underlying order—a universal reason governing both mind and matter. It is not so much a person as it is the source out of which all things arise and into which all things dissolve. Jak has never been separate from this, nor have we. We don’t see him as a soul waiting for judgment, nor an entity which might continue on as if it could want for anything in death. He is, as he has always been, an expression of something that doesn’t begin or end with his birth or his passing. He is a ripple on the surface of its ocean. When he dies, the temporary arrangement that gave rise to his experience will fade, dissolving back into the sea, but the sea remains, retaining all the qualities present within Jak—present within all. It and Jak are one, though Jak is not all it is. If we could see without desire, we might rejoice that Jak is returning to something greater than himself, making room for it to express itself in new form, experiencing through new eyes once more. Jak might not always be here, but It will always be here, and thus Jak is always with us.
When we look out at the world with this perspective, we do not see ourselves as separate from one another. We do not put off today what we might experience in the afterlife tomorrow. We live fully, love fully, and embrace the beauty of all.

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