Blue Ridge Parkway, NC
On the edge of the familiar, I found myself. In this wilderness, I forgot what it meant to be ordinary. Out here, nothing is routine; everything is extraordinary.
In this wilderness, I forgot what it felt like to be afraid. In leaving behind who I was, I've found who I am. Getting lost is a prerequisite for waking up to reality. Familiar is a fairyland. To wake up, you have to find the frontier, the unknown.
It’s in the unfamiliar where true adventure thrives, and you live life, wide awake. Sometimes you have to get lost to wake up to who you are. It's one thing to get you out of the ordinary. It's another to get the ordinary out of you so that all you are is extraordinary. Once that happens, the ordinary will never satisfy you.