All people are meant for adventure. As cliche as it may sound I believe it with all of my heart. Two days ago, as I rode through Alabama on my way back home (to Springfield, Illinois...boring I know) this thought occured to me. As I passed Piggly Wigglys and Winn Dixies, Chik-Fil-a's and Huddle Houses, I realized that there was so much in this world - in this country - I wasn't familiar with, and it excited me. We live in a country that allows us to cover more ground freely than any other place in the world, yet so many people live in one place their whole lives. We, as a race, cover this Earth because of our instinctual urge to move...but recently we have grown away from that. We play video games, watch tv, movies, and read books that do the imagining for us. Dont get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with the things I just mentioned. Nothing can ever beat experience though. I want to see both oceans. I want to climb tall mountains and slide into the lowest valleys. I want to sweat in one hundred degrees and watch my piss freeze at thirty five below. I want to watch the sun set over the Pacific, then wait for it to launch back into the sky over the Atlantic. I can do all of this in one nation! So why don't we get out?! Go! Life is too short to remain stationary. The world is too vast and surprising to go unexplored. Pictures and movies can't fill a void that is primal at its roots. I am going to go. I vow to explore. I don't care if it means I walk the edge. Life isn't a journey meant for you to reach your final destination safely. We should hit it broadside, skidding, exhausted, beaten, scarred, EXPLORED, exclaiming, "WOW! What a ride!"
R.I.P. Pegge - I love you so much!
