Today I was having a nice conversation with a friend from work. We were talking about miscellaneous stuff, till I came into the subject of realizing one of my craziest dreams.
Yesterday I finish reading the book “Cem dias entre céu e mar”, from Amyr Klink. That is the story of his first great adventure, when the author decided to cross the Atlantic in a bare small boat without engine. He planned a lot, was helped by many people and counted with some luck and mysterious “coincidences”.
He tells us on his book how it feels being alone in the middle of an ocean, much of what he thought, experienced and how he felt in love with nature. In fact, I watched an interview on YouTube, where Amyr said that the day he’ll be rich, will be the day he won’t need anything else.
That reminded me another book, called “Into the wild”. This one is more known for the movie made about it. But in the end, the essence is the same. A man, tired of a common life, who paid more attention to the natural beauties and the simplicity of an isolated life than all the expensiveness and “glamorous” style of our modern society.
All of this made me think a lot (actually, I got used that thinking is something I do exaggeratedly) and have waken up an old passion. Dreams of a far childhood, where everything wanted was to travel the world, play in the fields, climb some hills, explore forests, get to know people from different cultures and having a great adventure after all.
I guess is from the human nature this calling for just being far, being isolated, travel and experience the world. Or is it just for some people? I do not know.
My calling is getting louder and louder, and the more I go forward into this “adult life”, the more it starts to beat harder and harder inside my chest. Sometimes come as a small tickle, maybe only remembering that it exists and is there waiting for its moment. Other times the tickle evolutes to a huge anxiety, as if existence won’t be more possible if I continue the way things are now.
Waking up, eating, going to work, coming home, going to classes, to the gym, having some parties to distract me… Always the same. The last part is the worst, as if I was trying to delude myself from the alienation we’re imposed. The old “circus and bread” Roman policy.
I need to feel alive! To be in touch with my spirit, with nature, the world. I think we get stupid living the way we do. We criticize people, without knowing them, we judge everything as if we hold all the truth. We want fun, without working for it. We want things done immediately, patience is not a human characteristic anymore. There's no time for appreciating the beauty of a blue sky, the fly of a far bird, the wind blowing through the threes…
Have you ever seat in the top of a mountain and put yourself looking all the landscape? Have you already been on a field, far from everything, and heard just the wind moving the grass, feeling the sun warm you, the sound of a nearby river? Have you ever stop and looked to the gardens you pass by on your way home? You know we breath, but have you actually really breathed?
I feel the calling again. High and righteously. It’s a divine sensation, like no other. The fear consumes me. I’m afraid of what I’m capable of. But the same time fear drives me crazy, the certainty of an uncertain future delights me.
Yesterday I finish reading the book “Cem dias entre céu e mar”, from Amyr Klink. That is the story of his first great adventure, when the author decided to cross the Atlantic in a bare small boat without engine. He planned a lot, was helped by many people and counted with some luck and mysterious “coincidences”.
He tells us on his book how it feels being alone in the middle of an ocean, much of what he thought, experienced and how he felt in love with nature. In fact, I watched an interview on YouTube, where Amyr said that the day he’ll be rich, will be the day he won’t need anything else.
That reminded me another book, called “Into the wild”. This one is more known for the movie made about it. But in the end, the essence is the same. A man, tired of a common life, who paid more attention to the natural beauties and the simplicity of an isolated life than all the expensiveness and “glamorous” style of our modern society.
All of this made me think a lot (actually, I got used that thinking is something I do exaggeratedly) and have waken up an old passion. Dreams of a far childhood, where everything wanted was to travel the world, play in the fields, climb some hills, explore forests, get to know people from different cultures and having a great adventure after all.
I guess is from the human nature this calling for just being far, being isolated, travel and experience the world. Or is it just for some people? I do not know.
My calling is getting louder and louder, and the more I go forward into this “adult life”, the more it starts to beat harder and harder inside my chest. Sometimes come as a small tickle, maybe only remembering that it exists and is there waiting for its moment. Other times the tickle evolutes to a huge anxiety, as if existence won’t be more possible if I continue the way things are now.
Waking up, eating, going to work, coming home, going to classes, to the gym, having some parties to distract me… Always the same. The last part is the worst, as if I was trying to delude myself from the alienation we’re imposed. The old “circus and bread” Roman policy.
I need to feel alive! To be in touch with my spirit, with nature, the world. I think we get stupid living the way we do. We criticize people, without knowing them, we judge everything as if we hold all the truth. We want fun, without working for it. We want things done immediately, patience is not a human characteristic anymore. There's no time for appreciating the beauty of a blue sky, the fly of a far bird, the wind blowing through the threes…
Have you ever seat in the top of a mountain and put yourself looking all the landscape? Have you already been on a field, far from everything, and heard just the wind moving the grass, feeling the sun warm you, the sound of a nearby river? Have you ever stop and looked to the gardens you pass by on your way home? You know we breath, but have you actually really breathed?
I feel the calling again. High and righteously. It’s a divine sensation, like no other. The fear consumes me. I’m afraid of what I’m capable of. But the same time fear drives me crazy, the certainty of an uncertain future delights me.
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