Hopelessly Homogenized to Endlessly Electrified

Scream it on the hillside. Roll in the earth. Dive in the waters. Climb great feats. Just GO!

Since when have we become a world of homogenized monotonous dreamers stuck behind the icy blue glow of social media. Too often people take their surroundings for granted, too focused on the pictures on their screens rather than the picturesque scenery around them. Stop liking posts of nature and adventure, dreaming about the day that you too may go there… that day is today, make your dream a reality. Go, really go. Experience, really experience. Feel the rush and exhilaration of running through a wooded path, dodging roots at you feet, flying around bends, looking up to the blue that peeps between the leaves above you. Don’t worry about getting that perfect instagram worthy picture, do it for the hike not the like! Do something because you want to, because it’s fun, because it put a smile on your face – not because it’ll get the most retweets, or likes, or because society tells you it’s something you should be doing. You know it has been a great day when you come home with mud on your shoes, exhausted, sunburned, and sore (never will a shower feel any better)! Dance until dawn, dive in the deep-sea, breathe sweet air, forge through great forest, expect the unexpected, electrify your every sense.

Do what creates the kind of happiness that you feel coursing through your vanes and rattling your bones. Time is too limited, too fleeting to spend it any other way. It’s simple days spent in nature that create deafening whispers of joy and love.



Small Town Charms: Sweet Summer Songs

            We strolled down a worn alley that we had passed countless times but had never ventured; a small garden of vegetables and sunflowers to our right, and the glow of the setting sun in front of us. On top of rocks at the waters edge we find a collection of quaint  waterfront homes hidden from the bustle of 1st street. Over the vine covered concrete wall of one of the homes comes the sweet tunes of classic summer music.

           My two best friends and I quickly took stance, perching on rocks and dancing (if you can call the spastic flailing of limbs “dancing”) to the music all in unison without a single word exchanged between us. Suddenly, we were no longer in the word of the bustling 1st street’s 3rd of July parade , rather we were the only three people for miles (or at least for the few yards it took to get to the neighboring home’s fence), it was as if the stroll down the alley had transported us to a whole other world. Our only care in the world became whether or not our incessant laughter would cause us to pee our pants.

         We were in a story book- orange glowing skies, blue bay waters, rolling hills, and intoxicating music that danced through sweet summer air- time transfixed.

            Some may think that after living in the same 15 mi² town for 17 years there would be nothing new left to discover. However, I think that the world can work in magical ways, saving new treasures and experiences for us to find along the way, saving some sweetness for the future, setting pace to the unexpected sparks that flare amongst the mundane.