I want to explore. The desire for the ever new and ever different, the wildness and thrill of going where I haven’t been, lands me in situations where I don’t know how to behave. It gives me tales to tell and unkown terrain to point my life towards. Life becomes a land of tests that I stumble through, where folly is inevitible and survival is a delicious meal of remarkable moments. This is the latest manifestation of the urge that rules me.
There is a price to pay for such foolhardy pusuits. My parents have tried, in a very encouraging way, to warn me about the surprising splats the birds of adventure drop on such intrepid souls. One can wind up feeling very depressed sitting alone in the wilderness, covered with the ugly signs of failure, convinced that the powers of the universe have been provoked beyond forgiveness, while the bombs of hubris rain ever down. But I insist on venturing out, with hopes that you’ll help me along by laughing with me at my sufferings, and sharing my wonder at all that happens.