Sunday, October 7, 2018

On Camping and Side Effects Thereof

Am I a failure, because I have to rent a room at the start of my camping trip? Night two and already finding myself driven back indoors in the quest for a good night's sleep, I can't help but feel some aching dissonance.

I wrote a treatise to myself, scant hours ago, sitting in my car, wondering why. I want to be out there, but the out there seems to want me in here.

I don't believe that the Earth provides things without cost, but rather awards beauty to this strong enough to find it. And I don't think I have the will to make myself strong enough.

I came here to both lose and find myself, and so far, I have found only disappointment.

In the morning, I will make my way to a ranger office, and hope that all I lack is guidance.

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