I am exploring. I imagine “exploration” to be out at sea, going into caves or walking on lands I haven’t even heard of. I imagine screaming, “Ahoy captain! Take me to the closest island. I want to claim it as mine!” I’m peering through a pair of binoculars. The island that I imagine is filled with an abundance of food, a toilet and all the amenities of typical American life.
That island that I imagine probably doesn’t even exist and if it does, it probably belongs to some wealthy billionaire or royal heir. I’ll call these large scale explorations. I’m outgrowing my sadness as I notice my definition of exploration is a lot different from “Indiana Jones” or “Gilligan’s Island”.
The scale of this world seems so much smaller. Maybe that’s a good thing because now that I’m old enough to analyze the adventurous movie scenes, they are actually quite dangerous and stressful. Lately, I’ve been on micro-exploration adventures. Some may call it daydreaming. It may include staring into the details on a button, visually tracing sprouts of grass, or observing how people sign their names.
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