I’m lying down, on my back, looking up, under a clear sky in the night. The stars above me are shining. I can see satellites flying across the dark space above me like bright stars, coming and going and going again. There are millions of stars so far away that they looks like lit-up fog covering large areas of the black blanket covering the earth. It’s so quiet, I can hear the wind. I can feel the wind. It’s a light breeze that is caressing my skin.
There are no phone calls, no emails, no whatsups, no texts. There is nobody coming and nobody going, there isn’t anybody there.
Time is standing still. What was there a few hours ago has gone away. No fire-fighting, no need to react to anything or anybody. Time. Time to reflect.
And in the middle of the darkest night, with only a light, cold breeze touching my face, it becomes clear that whatever I’ll be doing, whatever Pádraig will be doing, can never ever be a life with a focus on stability, security, predictability, one-step-at-a-time, let’s not risk what we’ve got.
In reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty. (Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild)
Life is too short and too precious and too exciting to spend it almost exclusively around therapies provided in your bedroom. I mean it, come on: what kind of existence is that? Dreamboaters are in search of the incredible beauty and the full meaning of life; in search of the great joy of life; in search of new experiences and changing horizons.
On top of a mountain, rolling along the asphalt for a thousand miles and more, on a trip across the dark blue sea, under a winter’s night sky.