Day 12, Part 1: (dealing in absolutes)

Infinity is huge, monumental. In time, it is forever. In distance, it is immeasurable. But… I think that it is also a feeling. I think that it’s possible to describe oneself as feeling infinite. I’ve certainly begun to feel it. It’s the feeling of being in tune with everything in the world; with the soil, the sky, the trees, the wind. It’s a feeling of connection, an understanding, almost.

This trip, each landscape I’ve seen has tugged at something inside of me, something that begins to make me feel whole. I’ve been looking for that for a long time. The feeling of exploration, of traversing into the commonly unknown, it unites me. I really feel like I’m supposed to be out here, looking for things that might or might not be there. I feel as though I’m doomed and happily fated to follow road into eternity, maybe never finding an end, but I am always in search of it. Though maybe one day I will find it. Maybe I will find an end in a beautiful home, with open fields, free air, and possibly even someone to share it with, but I won’t know until I go searching for it. I have a long life yet to live, and I know that I don’t have to rush it. Even pace, I suppose.