3 hours ago
Back when the path was so clear, you could literally see it on the mountain ahead of you. spanning out for miles at times. when people asked "what're you doing with your life?" you could simply say "get to canada". the only worries you had was water, food and what kickass camp were you gonna set up at... being off trail, that path hasn't exactly been the most clear. i can't come into town with pine needles falling outa my beard, smelling like some psychedelic cowboy, talking about the wonders of nature to the towns people, who would gladly take me in for the night. it's more like paperwork here, being broke down for days there, and trying to find my way through the the societal grid of "normal life". it's rough, but if hiking across the country taught me anything it's that when you open your heart, cast intention out into the universe, and put one foot in front of the other; you're gonna be in for a surprise. the paths will reveal themselves in time. sometimes you need to take a step back and enjoy the view.