Reading “Into the Wild,” “Wild” and now “Finding Everett Reus” – I am so inspired by the courage so many have exhibited and often at such young ages. I long for the ability to have adventure, to explore the world – yet I worry that when my time comes it will be too late; I’ll be too fat and out of shape, too old, the world will be too jilted and unfriendly to those with wandering spirits. Will I find myself tethered to civility, to Minnesota, to the hustle and bustle, the mundane, to a new lover who can’t or won’t trek through this amazing world with me? Am I doomed to spend my days working 9 – 5 every day until I lie on my death bed in tears over all of life that I missed?
Will my children blaze braver trails than I – or will they too be sucked in, trapped, by the corporate world, by commercialism, familiarity, comfort, the drabness of life with bills to pay and responsibilities that seem far more important than their dreams? I hope not. I hope they realize the chase is part of life, the journey is so worth living, that to settle, to feel you’ve “made it” by obtaining a degree and a respectable job and settling into a mediocre life that looks like everyone else’s is its own form of dying.