When we were kids and everyone around us enticed us with questions about what we wanted to be when we grew up, we blurted out the most radical answer that spoke to our little souls.
Even if that answer was, “I want to be a dinosaur,” we ferociously believed it was possible.
Unfortunately, we evolved from wondrously curious tiny humans into too-cool teens and eventually became by-the-book young adults. Somewhere in that transformation, we forgot how we once thought we could be anything as long as we could dream it up. In fact, we even forgot that the question was about being. We allowed someone to convince us that the question we had been asked in the early years of our lives was not about what or who we wanted to be, but rather what job we would succumb to in order to provide for ourselves. What we wanted to be became overshadowed by what we wanted our paychecks to look like, what car we wanted to drive, and what suburb we wanted to live in.
The reality of the world crushed our spirits, and because, yeah, having a roof over our heads and food in our tummies costs money – we allowed fear to convince us that adventure was irresponsible.
But that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
Adventure is the very thing that awakens us. The rush of discovering something new helps us recover the parts of ourselves we thought were lost long ago. The swelling feeling in our eyes and hearts as we take in a scene of untouched land inspires us to preserve and protect the earth beneath our feet. Adventure is the driving force that makes us fully aware that life exists outside of our 9 to 5, and adventure is the only thing that will take us back to a place within ourselves to where we can unequivocally answer the question of what we want to be.