RA of my Dreams

It's recently come to my attention how awesome (some) of my friends are.  Not that they aren't all awesome in their own right, but there are a few who have managed, in their two plus decades on this earth to find something they love and stick to it and use it to better themselves and allow it to create opportunities for them.  A lot of my boys are all graphic designers.  While this in my mind is not something exponentially awesome, it does allow most of them (the graduated ones) to work from home in their pajamas as gross as most of their college days.  One even brags of how he pulls off the classy upperhalf, pajama bottomhalf for videochat meetings.  However, there are the few, the ones who understand what it is they want out of life and go and make it happen. 
My freshman year of college in Vermont, I was privileged enough to have one of the most epic human beings for one very cold semester as my RA.  I knew right away that our friendship was something special.  He and I would often meet in the common room to drink our tea and exchange embarrassing stories.  They always tended to focus around embarrassingly excreting some sort of bodily something-or-other stories, and what strikes me odd about this, is we never seemed to run out of these types of tales.  I was the first resident of our dorm who he smoked pot with. And oh what a magical burn cruise that was.  I would gladly brave the -32° on the walk back all over again. 
Unfortunately, we don't keep in touch much, and whenever we were both in Burlington, we managed to meet up at a party, hug, exchange stories and witty banter, then separate to get shitty with our own little personal groups of friends.
But why I give you back story, is that even though he and I aren't so close anymore, I've followed all the work he has done since graduating.
He's successfully ridden a moped cross country, videoing and photographing the whole thing.  He's traveled all over, documenting every aspect of everything around him.
Now, there are many people who do this.  (Not the moped thing, obviously.  That takes balls and a bit of crazy.) They travel and take videos and photos and bring them back and share them.  Yet there is always a lack-luster.  A disclaimer inevitably follows anything they show you "You should have been there!"
There's nothing wrong with this.  I do it myself quite frequently.
Yet my RA, he manages to bring you with him.  His photos reveal a beauty that I don't think is actually visible during the taking.  His aren't the 'it's better in person' kind of photos.  His are the "I don't know if I actually need to go there and see this because I feel like I already have" kind. 
It takes an eye and a talent, and most importantly a passion, to share your TRUE vision of life with the world, and I think it should be acknowledged, praised, glorified and even smoked-up to, when it happens.
So here's to you, RA of my dreams. 
You live the life I dream of, with a passion I could not hope to fathom.  And you do it earnestly and modestly.
TAKE ME WITH YOU.