As night fell on the valley terrain our first evening, I sat on the water's edge and listened to sounds of rafts squeaking as they bobbed atop of the tide gently rubbing against each other. Shadows slowly descended across the mountains and the moon rose to greet it. The smell of dinner still lingered on my fingers as I took out my phone to jot down these thoughts and document the reason I came:
I spend my time in cities, amongst the hustle and bustle of lives in motion. People coming and going, talking about the hours they work or the deals they have negotiated. Always attempting to prove worth so as not to be replaced by the next one in line who so happily feeds on the misfortune of their predecessor. I am no different. Someone's burn out was my way into this abyss.
However, I find we are all searching for something more. Something beyond the challenges of a career or sport or juggling of 20 different things we are trying to excel at. For me it is found as a return to the thing we all came from, a travel back to the most basic of needs. It is simple and I thrive here. I am little and my existence is one of many that will pass through without the elements noticing that I even came. That is what I remember and cling to most. Living in and for the moment. The rest is just wasted time filling space between the true reason for our being here.