I’m in love with this… it makes me want to drop everything I’m doing, go west, and just experience life. I miss experiencing life… right now I feel like I’m just “getting through this” – except I realized I’ve been getting through this for the last 3 years and will be for the next 4-5. This is no longer a want, it’s a need.
My heart aches to explore. I yearn for my body to beg me to stop, and keep going until I don’t even want to make my boil-to-eat meal-in-a-bag. I want to sleep under the stars and be just a little bit scared of that rustling 20 yards to my right. I want to wake up at 6am with this sun, ready for the day, not knowing if I’ll spontaneously swim in a stream or perch in a tree or share my delicious meal-in-a-bag with. I want to go to bed a little after dusk, feeling my aching legs and full belly while listening to the crackles of a dying fire and crickets. I want, I need, I devour. Someday soon.