Reflection - chosen topic
This class is very much a class that seems to be a time for me to reflect. Looking back at all the pictures of the AT class that I took the first two years at school. The memories become flooding into my mind of the best times in my life. The different shelters that we would hang out at the different campsites where I made a home for just one night. The mornings of bliss watching the sun rise higher and higher in the sky while I sip my coffee slowly and without a thought of what has to get done that day. I remember the night around the campfire singing and laughing to lectures about farts. There is something about looking at a picture that is so delightful. Not because the picture is anything special but it allows for this passage between the present and the past where all of a sudden you are able to remember those moments that were lost just a few seconds before.
The two different trips that I had taken on the AT were very different experiences and the memories between to the two are distinct. I remember the first trip being the experience that began everything. All things were new and fresh. The second trip was much more of a struggle with all the rain but was deeper and more meaningful to me because I was allowed to dig dipper in my understanding of backpacking.
But reflection itself is an interesting practice. It is at times the most enjoyable experience but it often ends with a desire to relive that experience. I wonder if it is possible to reflect and then have a feeling of joy that it happened. Though it would be tough to control or even change that reaction. None the less I will continue to remember and reflect on those trips because they changed a lot of things inside me and I hope to never forget those moments.
The two different trips that I had taken on the AT were very different experiences and the memories between to the two are distinct. I remember the first trip being the experience that began everything. All things were new and fresh. The second trip was much more of a struggle with all the rain but was deeper and more meaningful to me because I was allowed to dig dipper in my understanding of backpacking.
But reflection itself is an interesting practice. It is at times the most enjoyable experience but it often ends with a desire to relive that experience. I wonder if it is possible to reflect and then have a feeling of joy that it happened. Though it would be tough to control or even change that reaction. None the less I will continue to remember and reflect on those trips because they changed a lot of things inside me and I hope to never forget those moments.
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