Let’s be reckless adventurers, we’ll leave the world behind us. The only weight on our shoulders would be that of our heavy backpacks. They’ll say we can’t go, not now, not yet. We haven’t finished what we’ve already started, we aren’t trained for the outdoors. Let the leaves train us how to let go gently. Let the surging rivers teach us how there will come a time when we cannot stand to contain all our might and there will come a time when we have nothing left to hold. We could sleep under the stars we’ve always dreamt about dancing with. We can’t hold them but if we climb high enough and stretch our palms like branches, it sure would feel like it.