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What about my life has me wanting adventure these days?

Was it the fact that I lived three-quarters of my life tucked away in one house, in one valley? The chain of DNA in my cells that made me more apt to play an instrument and want to be on stage than to play sports or be outdoors as often as possible? Could it be that I'm seeing my brother, among other people I know and do not know, living a life as active as he can while still attending school?

Maybe it's all those things, wrapped into one, big, everything burrito. Maybe it's based on the same principle of my taste buds changing as I get older, or finding as I grow up that I do indeed have allergies and limitations--because I was never that person when I was younger, or at least, I never wanted to be.

Maybe it's because I'm feeling stuck in a rut, trapped, doomed to a certain path as soon as I chose my career track; because I feel like pushing myself, hard, and in a different direction.

Or maybe it's my desire to embrace all that I can.

I'd love to be able to scale a rock wall, boulder, hike up a mountain--hell, I'd love to be able trek across Iceland, in one summer, by myself. The farthest I may get in my lifetime might only be scaling that indoor rock wall, climbing halfway up a mountain, or just visiting the country of my dreams as a quietly enthusiastic tourist. (Although damn it all if I don't get my Norwegian Sea sunrise.)

But it doesn't have to be something incredibly grand, or attention-grabbing, or even remotely inspiring or amazing to anyone else. It just has to be amazing to me.

In the end, that's all I want out of life, I guess. As long as I love it and am constantly amazed and inspired, that's all I can get, and that's all I need.