I believe the only real way to save the world is to get outside and experience it.
To experience your self in the world, and realize that it is real, and that you are real, and that moving through the world is our primary activity as human beings.
We may believe that our lives are all about money, family, careers, building a home, and planning for retirement, but in reality what our lives are really all about is simple.
All we do is move through the world, all we are is the sum of our actions.
We can have a million thoughts, but in the end it is our actions that shape our lives.
We can only save the world if we save our selves. The world of humanity is madness, beautiful and tragic, but nature is always right around the bend, beckoning.
Each trail we go down, each river we traverse, each mountain we climb, shows us the way forward in more ways then any career path ever could. The way forward is the way of nature.
“What the fuck are you talking about, you hippy freak?”
Nature doesn’t care about your confusion — simply because you live in the world of cars and trains and plastic and metal doesn’t mean that nature is silent. Nature always speaks, sometimes a whisper and sometimes a roar.
The language that nature speaks is of connection.
Everything is connected, and everything is whole.
All we need to do is look at the stars, and look at the eddies in the river, and look at the mud in the trail.
It is all right there, right in front of our faces. But we turn away, searching for meaning in books, shows, relationships, meals. It is in all of those things as well. But we turn away, looking for meaning in song, spirit, art.
But we turn away.
Stop turning away. Stop looking elsewhere. It isn’t anywhere else — it is right inside of each of us. Look inside — there is is. Find it again and again and again.
Go down the next trail. Go down the next river. Go up the next mountain.
Never stop, because life is movement, and movement is connection, and connection is ecstasy.