I know that you began travelling to increase your level of endurance. For a long time you had been kicking hard against the ditch that was your everyday life, and frustrated of forever kicking in the damp darkness of the ditch, your energies were dying. So you decided to venture out to test your limits, push your limits, and view your spirit from the lens of The Great Outdoors to really check if you were made of steel. I know it takes high and mighty resolution to just pick up your bags and thrust yourself into faraway lands, instead of succumbing to the temptation of sinking into your own bed with your sorrows. I understand where you were coming from…
The Great Outdoors is in perfect harmony, in perfect tandem with your very nature, and that is why you are able to hear its silent cry for you.
When the rest of the world sleeps under their plush blankets, you child, are meant to scale the heights of small and big peaks dressed in creamy glazing white snows that are too perfect to be more than a dream. You were born to have breakfast by glacial lakes that reflect sun-scorched golden mountain dusts, and dinner under the canopy of constellation-studded skies. Your eyes were meant to be nourished by devouring the sight of a fully lit cloud stuffed inside the open mouth of a gorge which is infact not a gorge but only a deceptively deep cave if one looked closely.
Your senses were made to bathe in the miracles of nature.