Miles 907 – 921.7
July 10th, 2017
There are ways to live in the present moment, to be conscious of this very instance. As much as I had fought it in the past, the reality of my life is always now.
Caught up with what was to be expected of me and my life, I found myself living in the Midwest in 2016, working for a company that was literally killing me from the inside-out. I had trapped myself in my own mind, and it wasn’t until I randomly decided to reread the book “Into The Wild”, and instantly followed up the book by watching the movie a dozen or so times that I took notice of a good friend who seemed to have figured out a way out from the harsh realities of life. He was on the Pacific Crest Trail, and sitting in my apartment one evening after work that September I, for the first time, began to plan my escape.
The only thing we truly have in this world is this moment in time, this very instance that we can connect with the present moment itself. Constantly trying to plan for the future that will never arrive or trying to solve for a problem that doesn’t exist yet to me, is the worst thing a person can do to themselves. There will come a time in your life where you are suddenly thrown out of the “norm”, where you might find yourself working full-time at just trying to stay alive. This is when you will look back upon your life and realize that A: You did great, and you cared about all the right things in life or B: You wasted an awful lot of time; that you cared about all the wrong things.
Hiking the Pacific Crest Trail was my first step towards living a more fulfilled, purpose-driven life. A life truly worth living.
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From Reds Meadow to 1000 Island Lake, the day’s hike was just a measly fourteen miles. My feet were still badly hurting, and I was beginning to think that this was a pain I might have to get used to for some time to come. This was also the worst I had seen mosquitos up until this point. You literally couldn’t stop for five seconds without getting swarmed on, which kept you moving along at a relatively fast pace but also left you wishing you had packed a few Snickers bars in your belt pocket so you didn’t have to stop and dig through your pack for food while getting bit. Still, amongst all these minor complaints, life was so good. There wasn’t one second out there that I wished I wasn’t, or one second where I was thinking about quitting. Not one second.