It's a weird thing, that being outside only makes me want to be outside more. When I'm in, I want to get out, when I'm out, I don't have that urge to go back in. Don't get me wrong, when I say "in," I mean inside a building, a home, a shelter - civilization. When I say "out," I mean really far out - into the wild, away from civilization - away from the chaos, & the noise.
I'd love to be able to ignore everyday irks, ignorances, snide comments, opinions that should be kept to themselves. But I guess a big part of life is being able to live in harmony with people's judgements & critiques, & learn to just brush them off. Not caring is SO HARD for me, though. To not care what people think is something I'd love to learn to do. I suppose this is why I love going "out" so much. Being away from the negativity is easier than dealing with it. I suppose even while I'm here I don't necessarily have to deal with it ... I could just brush it off. Maybe that is my big lesson of the year - to learn how to be okay with other people's issues, & not take them on as my own, or care to try & process them.
Going outside really makes me think about the deeper things in life. The things that really matter, love, happiness, friendship, family, freedom, truth. I used to walk in order to think. I used to hike in order to contemplate. It seems like an age old tradition - one of scholars & mystics. Vision quests & pilgrimages, alike. I crave the outdoors.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
Two of my favorite things combined in this amazing song & video. The book "Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail" is heartbreaking, heartwarming, & so very important. The band, First Aid Kit, is my favorite - I can say that now without any hesitation. Enjoy this listen, & if you're the reading type, pick up a copy of Wild & devour it.