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Wasn't really sure to post this, but this seemed the best fit. Maybe some of you agree, maybe some of you don't. Frankly I don't care.
I'm 21 years old, I've got an OK job with a possible career path, good friends and good family. Yet for some reason I'm willing to leave this all behind to pursue a dream. Make that a "Calling", as that's about the only way I can describe it. A few days ago I came to the realization that I need to change. I need to change what I'm doing and possibly who I am. Something doesn't feel right inside, something's missing, something is wrong, and I've known it for a long time. Anywhere I've been I've never felt like that's where I "belonged", like I was supposed to be there, like that was home. Maybe I'm insane, or suffer from any number of other mental illnesses, but maybe...just maybe I'm right. Maybe, I'm going to do exactly what I need to. On April 2nd, 2010 I will start my trek across the Appalachian Trail from Springer Mountain, Georgia to Mount Katahdin, Maine. A journey of 2,178 miles, across 14 states, and through 3 seasons. To do this I'll be leaving everything I know, almost everything I own, and everything I once was. Some of you are reading this right now and asking why. Some of you are reading this and saying go for it! Frankly, I'm not doing this for any of you and I don't give a damn what you think. If you want to support me in my journey of self discovery then thank you. If you want to criticize me and talk me out of it, then please be on your merry way and go talk to someone else as you're not going to sway my decision. I could very well make plans to go next year and save up enough money to start over when I get done with the trail, but what many of you reading this fail to understand is that I don't want to be doing exactly what I'm doing when I get done with my journey. I'm searching for something, what I don't know, but I expect to find it on the Trail. It might not be what I'm looking for, it might not be what I want, but it will be what I need to learn. I promise you I will not come off the Trail unless it's at Mount Katahdin, Maine or in a body bag.
Some of you may understand where I'm coming from. Some of you may have felt what I'm feeling right now. It's almost as if my very sanity is hanging in there by a hair and the only way to maintain it is to depart upon my journey. The Trail calls to me, I don't understand why, I just know in my heart that I must do this. I must. There is no option for failure. As I said before It's Mount Katahdin one way or the other. Running, hiking, or even crawling. All I know is that the life I'm meant to live is not the one I'm living at this point in time. I will be giving up my job, most of my material possessions, and setting foot on a journey that I can barely begin to prepare for. This is my decision, this is what I must do. This is goodbye, to everything I have ever known in hope of finding where I'm truly meant to be. Be it God, be it insanity, be it adventure. I will go.