There are some very quiet places in the world. Sometimes, you’ll find yourself surrounded by people who are not in the least bit interested in the idea of adventure. They find the whole concept scary and unsettling. Who would want to have anything to do with adventure? Dangerous stuff. Who knows what might happen?
I can’t stand those places, nor can I stand those kind of people. Not for very long, at any rate. I get restless and irritable if I’m bored. If I have no excitement in my life, if I have no adventures, however small, my productivity starts to slip.
Of course, the simple answer is to just change your environment. That is easy, most of the time. Yet every now and then I’ll find myself temporarily stranded in some idyllic, safe, peaceful place. You know, the sleepy, cosy little villages where nothing ever happens. When that happens, I have to make my own adventures. I highly advise you to do the same.
I felt restless, so decided to go exploring in the woods along the coast path, when I came across something that probably shouldn’t have made me as excited as it did. I came across this sign nestled in the trees, in front of an overgrown, rocky path leading deeper into the woods and along the cliffs.
A word jumped out at me. Dangerous. Images of stick figures falling to their doom in various ways. Uneven steps. Uneven ground. Falling Rocks. Hidden Fissures. Unstable Cliff Edges. Mudflows. Danger of Death.
Perfect, looks like I’ve found my new running route.