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Lately, I've found myself up when the rest of the city is asleep. Looking out over the hills, the water, the moon, and a quiet city. It's these moments of lucidity that I come across truths for myself.
To strive, to seek, to find... and never to yield. That has been something I've lived by for 5 years now. It's taken me across the country, and back.... twice. Always on the search for what life means and, ultimately, what is my place in it.
I remember sitting in a cornfield having lunch as it started pouring down raining. I sat there, alone, and finished my lunch. The funny part about it, I didn't start running until I was ten feet from the car. I've filled up gas on the plains of the Dakotas. It's amazing to walk out and feel the unobstructed breeze blow across my entire body. To watch the sunrise over the water, then over the mountains a different day. Comprehend that the further west you go you stop looking for it to rise, but look forward to watching it set.
Why. Why would anyone throw such caution to the wind to go on a snipe hunt? Somewhere along the line I realized it was never about the end result. It was about the experiences and the places and the people I've been. Being able to close my eyes on days when I feel like I could scream, to flashes of fantastic scenery, amazing art and music and expressions of self, people that are not only easy on the eyes but personally beautiful, and the most deep and powerful emotions that make your body shake. Those are the things that have woven into my existence. Those are the things that have made up the life I want and live for myself.
As I settle back into Seattle, I find myself looking at it all in a slightly different hue. Luckily tonight is one of those nights where the city is quiet and I had a chance to get it out.
<3
To strive, to seek, to find... and never to yield. That has been something I've lived by for 5 years now. It's taken me across the country, and back.... twice. Always on the search for what life means and, ultimately, what is my place in it.
I remember sitting in a cornfield having lunch as it started pouring down raining. I sat there, alone, and finished my lunch. The funny part about it, I didn't start running until I was ten feet from the car. I've filled up gas on the plains of the Dakotas. It's amazing to walk out and feel the unobstructed breeze blow across my entire body. To watch the sunrise over the water, then over the mountains a different day. Comprehend that the further west you go you stop looking for it to rise, but look forward to watching it set.
Why. Why would anyone throw such caution to the wind to go on a snipe hunt? Somewhere along the line I realized it was never about the end result. It was about the experiences and the places and the people I've been. Being able to close my eyes on days when I feel like I could scream, to flashes of fantastic scenery, amazing art and music and expressions of self, people that are not only easy on the eyes but personally beautiful, and the most deep and powerful emotions that make your body shake. Those are the things that have woven into my existence. Those are the things that have made up the life I want and live for myself.
As I settle back into Seattle, I find myself looking at it all in a slightly different hue. Luckily tonight is one of those nights where the city is quiet and I had a chance to get it out.
<3