Always a true reminder of just how small we are....
I'm really not one to write about myself, but sometimes you just have to put it down somewhere. I've been doing a lot of reading lately. Most of it from the early environmentalists; Thoreau; Muir; Beston. It's really helped me find new perspectives on things I've never thought twice about. I've always had such a deep love for the outdoors, ever since a young age, but I am just finally learning how to put it into words. Now more than ever I feel the need to explore. To get lost. To find some place new. A place away from all the madness that goes on every day in the news, or at school. Away from all the pointless bullshit that somehow finds you no matter how positive of a person you are. I am learning to appreciate every second of time I get to spend outside, and looking twice as hard at all of the things I run into. I am reflecting on all of the incredible sights I have seen over the last few years, and constantly looking forward to more. I know that not a minute is wasted outside, and not a single memory fades once you leave. These places will always be there if you need to clear your mind, and they will always inspire you to dig deeper. They have taught me not to exist, but to thrive as I do it. Most importantly, they have given me something to hold on to. There will never be a day when I am not itching to take a walk into the woods, or a journey up a mountain, or a wade into the water. Where the mountains meet the stars, where the oceans meet the sky, and where all that is wild exists in a place so far removed from humanity, you'll find me.
And I hope some day that it will be me writing one of these books; inspiring another young kid to find that passion somewhere, and chase it. But until then, I'll be chasing mine.