A wise woman once told me to never love material things.
“Never love anything that can’t love you back.,” she said as though she was singing, like the Irish often sound.
The truth is, when I think about all of the most incredible and beautiful moments in my life, I don’t think much about the fancy hotels we stayed in or how big my house was, or all the gadgets and toys we were lucky enough to have.
No, I remember the moments of pure beauty.
These past two years, without even meaning to, I’ve kind of made a habit of making my own dreams reality. And it’s not even until weeks after I’ve done something, that I reflect upon it and think ‘Hey! I always wanted to do that! and I just did it!’
It takes me a bit to realize the enormity of that.
Every time I see something that takes my breath away, I think it must be the most extraordinary place in the world, until I see something else that takes my breath away. And this cycle continues over and over until I’m able to string together enough remarkable moments that I can collapse under the weight of Gratitude.
Whatever your beliefs or non-beliefs, there’s something very spiritual, and infinitely bigger than yourself, about the experience of truly being in the moment outside of anything man-made.
And when you immerse yourself in it, it all comes back; the sounds, the smells. A sense that you were made to do this.
You don’t have to go to the Himalayas or climb K2 to experience adventure. We live in Nature’s playground. It’s right in our backyard.
It’s one magnificently beautiful view surpassing the next. The only struggle is which scene to capture and how to describe it in words.
If you let go of all you’ve learned to forget, you’ll remember it’s exactly where you were intended to be.
The world will love you back if you get out there and allow it.