Did it really happen? Did I really live that? 3 months after the John Muir Trail, and I still have to ask myself everyday if it was real. To have had the chance to live amongst the magical and beautiful Sierras for 20 days! What a joy!
For some reason, before I started the John Muir Trail, I thought that in addition to being a grand adventure it would also help me take a break from the “real world” , find out what I wanted to do with my life, and may be discover a little bit more about myself. In the weeks right after we finished, I realized that indeed it had been a grand adventure and I felt refreshed and confident in my abilities to plan more of such adventures, but no great “revelations” of my path in life had come to me (it even seemed rather ridiculous of me to have thought that in the first place). None, whatsoever. None. Nada. Zip. Zero. I was lost without the adventure when I began, and lost with the adventure when it was over.
But, over the past few months I realized that I should take it to mean that I wasn’t done. If you were completely found, or if everything around you was completely found and known to you, would you keep moving? There’s always an ounce of lost in us. It keep us stepping, keeps us wandering. And conveniently enough over the past few months I became a little less lost, and am now fairly set on several of my future endeavors.
I must keep walking, and at some points I will stop, reflect and say “well, that was a nice adventure” and then another time of confusion will come, to wonder where I shall go next, and new plans will precipitate from my thoughts, and I will keep on stepping.
Don’t be done until your dead. Keep on stepping!