Some days I’m unsure whether I should accept circumstances- or fight them. Is it time to give up on living ten lives? And instead live one or two?
So many places I want to go. So many jobs I want to master. So many lifestyles left unexplored. Physicist, biologist, anthropologist, animal conservationist, science teacher, book writer, travel writer…when is it time to give up? Or do I keep barraging myself? Criticizing myself for not being able to make definite progress in any one field. Instead, feeding all interests, simultaneously, ineffectively.
Why is there a burning inside me? One that won’t go away unless I’m fantasizing about the day that I have achieved all these goals?
I don’t want to give up… I want to fight. How much longer will I be able to fight, I wonder.
Sometimes I am so focused on exploring places I’ve never been that I forget to appreciate the one I’ve called home for the last 22 years: Oregon. I took this photo about 60 miles east of Eugene. Although I’ve lived in this state for a while, there still remain rivers I’ve never listened to, mountains I’ve never laid eyes upon, and, perhaps most importantly, people I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting.
Amid the familiarity, there are perspectives I can take which haven’t been taken before.
As long as I am capable of changing my veiwpoint, I am capable of changing my reality- of surroundings, and of life.