So I had a really emotional moment on the mountain, (which I am prone to have on mountains) but something about this particular mountain touched me. I'm not sure if it was because I climbed it on my own, or the music that I was listening to on my ipod, or that I was in a foreign country but I felt truly alive. I was living, breathing and experiencing something in the deepest, fullest sense.
I feel like I've had a lot of these moments over the past year or so, most of them occur in nature and most of them bring me to happy tears. It seems as of late that I have been experiencing this feeling/rush with more frequency. At Big Bend I had a few of these moments, in Colorado looking at the stars, hiking on the moutains in VA, new years eve.. and countless others, some too personal to share.
This is what it means to be alive, This is what it means to be alive to me. I am living and I feel it in my bones. I'm not stuck in a routine (which personally drains me of all life) and I'm not slaving away at a job that I feel luke warm about.
That is what I wanted from this trip (and my life), a little bit of danger, a little bit of adventure and a lot of time outdoors. So far so good.
