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T minus 5 Months....
Well, the bug bit me a year or two ago, and I am finally getting around to knocking the PCT off my bucket list. It's been 5 years since I last lived what could be considered a typical or normal life, no steady job, very few possessions, no significant other, but what I lack in comforts I more than make up for in experiences and adventures. As an avid traveler, explorer, and jack-of-all-trades, I have spent my life collecting skills and enjoying what the world and all it's cultures have to offer. I have worked my way around Europe for 3 months with $ 800 and a backpack and a guitar, relying on the kindness of locals to take me in and let me help them in their lives. I have spent well over a year in the Middle East as an operator where I realized wonderful people exist everywhere and usually the more simple the way of life the more enlightened the people. I spent a few years shunning the outside world altogether, diving head first into shamanism and traversing the worlds beyond the looking glass. I completed college only to completely reject going to any job interviews, I guess learning about the business world and how it works was enough for me. Besides, who would want to dress like everyone else, line up like ants everyday, sit in a cube, and make some already big company even more profits by selling people things they don't really need? These days it's organic gardening, sustainable woodwork, and art that call to my industrious side. Sometimes having too many options can be more difficult to navigate than having too few options, but I suppose it's a good problem to have.
So why am I doing it, you ask? Well, the simple cliche is that nature and mountains are calling me, that I crave freedom and mental obstacles, that the simplicity of life on the trail is therapeutic...the more complicated reason is that I have one life, why would I ever waste it on one experience when there are infinite experiences just waiting a few steps beyond one's comfort zone. Carpe diem doesn't even cover it adequately, as with most things that have a certain divine element to them, words can't do them justice. And we are left with only metaphors and analogies to attempt encompassing the grandiose feeling with mere descriptions. But we try nonetheless.
I look forward to the first steps of the journey...and then I realize I took those ages ago. Until next time.
Meditation And Misery
"Never have I felt more content and at peace than suffering quietly, soaked with sweat and blood, ad midst the worst conditions imaginable, with a sheepish grin upon my face"
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