Whenever I seem to get ahead of myself, or take things for granted the pain brings me back to earth. I am generally grounded and down to earth, and it's not that I fly away into some dream world. It just seems that something in me knows when I'm drifting away from what's important. Suffering takes us to our roots; we turn to friends or family or faith. Whether physical or mental, through every struggle we discover more about who we are or who we can be. I watched the beginning of "Into the Wild" today. Somehow it spoke to the core of me, the part that wants to wake up to silent back country sunrises, the part that can't wait to jump bigger and bigger cliffs. For, my fear is no longer falling, but landing. What will we hit when the thrill ride comes to the abrubt halt? That's where the pain comes in. Sometimes its worth it sometimes its not, but either way we are one step closer to discovering what's really important.
Most people would flip at the idea of spending weeks on end alone. But, in nature, no one is truely alone. There is always the sky to blanket you, the stars to laugh at you, the clouds to scare you, and the earth to cradle you. It seems, in the rapid currents that life has become, we forget where we all came from. Although people may frown upon an extremist approach that people like the man in "Into the Wild" take, maybe that's what we need nowadays. We have been so programmed into society that only a shock, a hard jolt can bring us back.
Most people would flip at the idea of spending weeks on end alone. But, in nature, no one is truely alone. There is always the sky to blanket you, the stars to laugh at you, the clouds to scare you, and the earth to cradle you. It seems, in the rapid currents that life has become, we forget where we all came from. Although people may frown upon an extremist approach that people like the man in "Into the Wild" take, maybe that's what we need nowadays. We have been so programmed into society that only a shock, a hard jolt can bring us back.
