“It is the individual who knows how little they know about themselves who stands the most reasonable chance of finding out something about themselves before they die.”- S.I. Hayakawa
I think that as an Adventure Junky, one has to sit down with themselves and ask what it truly means to them mentally, physically and spiritually to be an adventurer. That journey can be such a beautiful, and freeing kind of role to take on, but it can also be a very mentally burdening one. Not only are you trying to find out what it is that you want, and where you want to be, but you are also trying to figure out more importantly who you are.
I think that as a traveler you are allotted more alone time as you make your steps across the world, than other’s that lead pretty routine lives are allotted. There are many minutes that get lost among the day when you set aside rules, routines and expectation. This can sometimes lead to an unclear perception of who you are, if you are not fully grounded in yourself before taking journey. For so many of the first years of my travels I was a bit restless, my mind was full of chatter, and my heart strings were easily pulled in opposing directions. The environments I found myself in could sometimes be so overwhelmingly powerful, that I lost motivation.
It wasn’t until I found a place on my yoga mat, that I was truly able to settle into the fullness of my wild spirit. It wasn’t until I found the peace of mind that I was looking for, that I could so eagerly embrace the chaos around me.
Yoga and Meditation have been avenues in my life, that have set me free in so many ways that planes, trains, bikes and automobiles were never able to do.
I think now, for me personally, more than anything the adventure truly lies within. I have made steps across all continents within range, Antarctica I will come for you some day, but there’s something to be said about the miles we walk with ourselves. The miles that no one else sees, the passport stamps within that are never credited in the physical world, and the stories that can never be felt externally the way they feel within. There’s a pivitol point within each person when they are able to truly journey into self knowledge.
And for me that is yoga, and that is meditation. Giving myself the respect, and self love to sit for an hour a day with my breath, and with my body is probably the most difficult, but rewarding journey I have ever been on. It is there that I understand tolerance, growth, patience, and love through solidarity.
It is not meant to be a practice of perfection, but one of progression. It is a whole new kind of adventure. And I feel like I am only truly beginning to open to door on something so pure, powerful, and eye opening that the next steps come so eagerly and easily.
So for now I sit with my breath, and I let go of all that is around me. I notice the sound of the breath moving in, and from my lungs. And I notice the rise and fall of my chest, and belly. I can only hope that the adventure is just beginning, and that I will learn as much from one individual step as I will from the dozen of the ones I share with each every one of you. All these journeys are about progression, but sometimes the adventure has to be shared with the person that matters the most to you, and that should always be the true self. The one that lies within.
“The greatest explorer on this earth never takes voyages as long as those of the man who descends to the depth of his heart.” – Julien Green