San Diego 252

Somewhere along the line, we all realize that happiness is not something that can be produced with the snap of our fingers. We don't just wake up one day and think to ourselves, I’m going to be happy today. It takes time and a culmination of things I guess that’s what I choose to believe. I woke up this morning and everything in my being told me I wasn’t as happy as lately, I sat there rubbing my eyes and the feeling of not looking forward for the rest of the day wafted over me. I dread my routine I dread the fact that I’ll be stepping into a new year with this mundane day-to-day routine. I miss the feeling of breathing crisp alpine air, I miss the trees, and I miss the feeling of being a part of nature rather than being around nature. San Diego is amazing and a place I’m grateful to call home but I’ve never felt a part of the outside world here rather this feeling that I’m around it and it’s around me. I don’t think that’s the way we should feel. I truly believe that my lifestyle over the past few years has greatly affected my ability to be content with the current state of my life. Spending countless hours, days, and months in places that blow your mind makes you forget the state of the world and just appreciate where you’re at and what you have been bestowed upon, well when you come back to places that seem regular, life feels regular and the people you come across well they’re regular also. Eventually, you spend so much time in regular places that you become that.

I miss the wild. I miss the feeling of the unknown.