Walking, wilderness, wildness, and memoir: how I remember my journey
just a decade ago. From unforeseen circumstances that led to my plane's diversion
to my spontaneous journey into the Sequoia woods and all that occurred between,
I look back on those memories fondly. My resilience, at the time, astounds me.
Despite each obstacle, I press onwards with unwavering determination. In my journey,
I discover the consolations and eeriness of solitude. Without thought, I jeopardize
my life to aid a family in desperate need. Again, without thinking, I steal a
car from an innocent bystander. Without regard for inhibition, I veer off course on
several occasions, allowing my senses to guide me. It is in those instances
that I discover invaluable truth, about myself and the world around me.
I could have never foreseen all that was to come once I would
step off that plane. The pandemonium that would follow. Despite the chaos, I
never regret a minute of my time on the road. I returned more alive than ever.
My appreciation for spontaneity grew. I was confident, liberated from former insecurities.
While others may have cursed this, I, for one, was grateful. I realize now that it is the one who strays from the given path who reigns.
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