I find that life is fluid. Happiness, beauty, pain, fear, love is all fluid. Moments filled with these emotions pass by quicker than the mundane. I am thankful for that in a way, I think that the world would be very overwhelming if we had to deal with such powerful emotions all the time. However in those moments, I try my best to be as present as possible. I have also found like most people, I am constantly chasing those moments. I don’t want to miss a second of it.
I feel like something has changed in me recently, like I’m finally waking up. I cant attribute it to any one thing, person, place, experience. I think that it’s been happening very slowly for the last few years, I’ve just been reluctant for whatever reason.
Spending time outside has really given me a lesson in being a part of something bigger. I won’t even bother trying to put labels on it and I honestly don’t care to. There is magic on this planet, its everywhere. I think that the majority of the time humans are so busy that we don’t ever stop to notice all of the things that are happening around us despite us. I had heard in a podcast a few years back when talking on the subject of humanity, that went something like this; The moment that humans created shoes to wear on their feet to separate themselves from the earth is the same moment that humans became disconnected from the earth and developed thoughts of superiority. We have built all of these floors, walls, and ceilings to shield ourselves from the elements of nature, becoming ignorant to it and forgetting everything that it has provided to us.
This concept really stuck me. I always feel the most alive when I am outside, on the ground, or in a tree, or hanging on a rock somewhere. I want to be covered in dirt and scrapes that remind me that I don’t belong here. I am a guest and I am thankful for that. This place we live was here long before us, and I’m worried it will not be around for long enough after. I need to see as much of it as possible.
I want to do what I have to do to get outside. Right now I am fortunate enough to only work 15 days out of the month, that leaves 15 days for planning, prepping, and adventure. Quit my job and become a migratory mammal? Maybe in the future but for now, I’m going to see how much I can squeeze into the short 24 hours we’re given.
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