I don’t know what goes on in your head, I can only (attempt to) tell you what goes on in mine.
I enjoy everything, and I feel happy. I love being young, and my entire existence feels light and silly. In the same moment, I feel profoundly isolated. I disappoint myself, and I’m disappointed by others. I ruminate and dwell on things that I could probably change but don’t. I feel uncalm, yet strangely unfazed. I’m just watching IT happen, and IT is (for the most part) awesome.
Night time shore walks bring me stillness, especially in the colder months. Usually, I’m there alone – little Dorit versus the entire ocean and world. I’m tormented by the most intense loneliness and sadness. I’m humbled and silent and reminded of my insignificance.
Yes, I got soaked.
Then, suddenly, it all feels like the greatest gift. I have to let it wash over me or I’ll burst. I feel almost unbearably grateful to be living the best possible life at the best possible time. The world is great, and its begging me to make it even better. I can’t be stopped (possibly because I’m having a manic episode?). It’s beautiful and special to feel all of these feelings.
Night time skyline walks can have a similar effect.
Then I start to feel that I’m crazy. Then I start to feel that I’m sane. Too sane. Maybe the last sane person walking on earth.
My regular walk takes about three to four hours, during which time the ocean regularly lights a fire under my ass. I write short stories in my head (usually about murder) and I think about how the world will end. I’m never very interested in the plot. I like to play with the sentences and scenes, and I text myself the favorites. Later, I’ll adapt them to whatever context.
Isn’t this shit special?
When I walk all alone late at night, I feel unpleasant things.
I’d love a friend to talk to, but if one came along, I have a feeling I might lie and say I have plans. I need to leave the world regularly, and go to a beautiful place and just walk. Then when I come back, I can function (most of the time). The world is filled with incredible landscapes to walk through and appreciate. It’s the greatest gift.
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3 thoughts on “Walking in Beautiful Places”
I relate to this so much! If only I had so many beautiful places to walk like you! No such luck! 🙂
xox – B
yep, walking through life helps quite a bit…
This was beautiful! I can relate so much! I miss being able to just walk by the shore by myself, I’m stuck up in the mountains now. Beautiful writing!