I placed my left hand on a tiny outcrop, gripping it with all my might. The stone was hard, coarse, and hot due to the summer sun. Still, I dare not let go of it. It is true, I could be at home right now, drinking a cold beverage, watching the television, and enjoying the air conditioner. But I chose to be at this place, where I can feel the wind breathing life into me, the rocks that are tempting me to conquer, and where I could feel alive instead of watching my life pass me by. I placed my foot below the other, trying to step down all the way to the crevices, and there was no reward there other than satisfying my curiosity.
These were the days where I feel like I am living rather than day dreaming about what I am going to do with my life. Nature allowed me to step out of the ordinary, out of the routine, out of boredom, and into something amazing. For all those moments where I shed bits and pieces of my ego, shed my delusions of self-importance, where I plan my days to give and receive love, and for all the moments when nature has healed my soul, I am forever grateful.