February 28, 2013. I ventured out into the wilderness to soak up the warmth of the new season, to experience absolute freedom for a moment. It was an exhilarating feeling getting lost. No maps, no roads, no direction, just me and my soul in a holy communion with the savage beauty of the wild, with the delicate shades of green.
I walked around for a long time, and deep within the heart of this fantastic craziness discovered some old 19th Century ruins made out of sandstone. I found a nice spot to sit on and wrote in my journal for almost two hours. I embraced it all. I was me, my life was mine, and for that sweet moment I was free.
“We all seek for lost things within us.”
― Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
2 comments:
I love this post; it reminds me of the things I long for now that I live in the volcanic pulse of a city.
I don't dig city life either. I hate the noise, the sight, the heat. I just stay inside and get high on tea most of the time.
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