|Perhaps it's time for another hike?
||[Jan. 20th, 2008|06:23 pm]
There's always been wanderlust in me. I grew up in the country shadowed by a range of wild hills and from the earliest I could remember, I've had this unending urge to just walk right to them and leave the rest of my life behind. You know, to see what lay beyond them and find what kind of life I could make with my own two hands. Because I could make one, with the right training and perseverance. Underneath it all I certainly have the strength.
Modern life often weighs on me. I find myself lost in the world of money, deadlines, and control on a daily basis. We’ve let these mental and societal dangers replace our ancestral ones: instead of running to a haven safe from the jaws of a predator we now run against the clock to work or class. Adrenaline rushes not from threat of death, but of lateness; our fear for such mundane, comparatively “safe” things holds the place of the real dangers, ones that no longer encompass our lives.
The rare times I’m able to distance myself enough to see this, it all seems so silly. We are the only animals that live so entirely inside our minds, so much that the threats within become real. From Homo sapiens, we are becoming Homo familiaris.
I want to live somewhere “outdated”, somewhere simple…a place in which, if the world were to end tomorrow, we wouldn’t find out for three weeks. I want to build my life rather than have it given to me…I ache to prepare my own food, sew my own clothes, build my own house, defend my own territory. My life mustn’t be mass produced or forced into the 95th percentile--it must be my own. Please, God, let this be possible...