I spent much of 2004 wandering the back roads by my parents farm.
March 24, 2008
At Age 22: Life beyond the troubled juncture of 21 years of age.
Can I Keep Working So Hard?: I can work hard and avoid burnout.
Changing Times: The death of my grandfather, and an insitution.
Evening of February 13th: Introduction to
Finally Graduating: Some things I learned from my six years in college.
First Day of College: My experiences during my first day of college.
First Ten Miler: Remembering my first long-distance Boy Scout hike.
First Year in Scouts: Remembering the first year I spent in boy scouts.
Getting Older and Changing: Some thoughts as I get older and experience more of life.
Graduation: It's great to be done.
Happy Birthday !: Some thoughts on my 24th birthday.
Living Away: First Time: Some experiences moving away for the first time.
My Non-Run for County Democratic Committee: Why I chose not to run for an office that would be relatively easy to get.
Romeo and the Cowboy: Debating My Roomate: Some of the exciting debate between me and my roomate.
The Past Four Years: Some thoughts on the past four years and my fight for freedom of speech.
Walking in the Pouring Rain: A short story about an individual trying to find himself...
What Does It Mean to Be An Eagle Scout?: Thoughts on becoming an Eagle Scout.
It was about four years ago today, out of college, down on my luck, I took the roads hiking around, almost daily exploring new places. Without a job I could not pay for gasoline, so it was on foot that I walked, exploring my world step by step, mile after mile around my parents house in Westerlo.
I really do not know why I walked so far. A first I justified it as a way to loose a few pounds. Then I started to justify it as a way to explore new places, at a new detail impossible to do in the speed of a passing car. It was a way to pass the time. Whatever it was, I got out and I walked and walked and walked.
Some days I'd walk 10 or 15 miles. Sometimes it would be much less. I walked in the blistery cold of winter that year, and I walked in unforgiving heat, sometimes for hours. I passed dozens of farms, reservoirs, small town people trying just to get along, on dirt roads and high speed highways alike. I always was walking and making little observations on the world.
All this wandering took it's toll on my sneakers and left my feet with blisters. Yet, I need to walk and try to find myself. I had so much pain in my soul, and so many emotional issues I had to work out. There was always a legalistic theory I would be teasing out in my brain, or some kind of news story I felt I wanted to think more about.
Walking took some of the stress and strain out of my life. I was so stressed so pulled beyond my limits those days, that the open road, walked by hand, would be able to calm me to the point where I could make it through another day. Staying home, only made me more depressed, while the expansive landscape inspired me and gave me hope when this ordeal would soon be over.
These days, being fully employed and busy with social activism I have little time to be spend wandering around, trying to find myself or looking beyond the next corner. Those days without a job and without a college, spent hiking the roads around where good days, when I discovered myself and became a stronger individual. While I don't ever hope to go back to then, I feel my life improved because of such a time.
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