wan·der·lust

  [won-der-luhst] 

noun

a strong, innate desire to rove or travel about.

^^^That's my new favorite word. It describes me perfectly.

I may have mentioned in previous posts about my longing to travel, to not just travel and see the world from the window of a car, to not just walk through stuffy museums, to not just take pictures with scenic backgrounds, to not just look at animals through a glass window, to not just go on a drive up the mountains, but to truly EXPERIENCE the world.

To climb the highest mountains. 

To watch many sunsets. 

To surf in the cold waters of the ocean.

To swim with the creatures of the sea. 

To swing in the trees with monkey's.

To stare in the face of a lion. 

To soar off the highest cliffs. 

To climb rocks. 

To take on walks on the beach. 

To make new friends. 

To wander in the streets of ancient cities. 

To walk through the halls of the castles of kings. 

To fall through the sky. 

To sleep under the stars. 

To gaze up at the tallest trees. 

The explore in cold caves. 

To change someones life.

To dance with children. 

To be in two places at once. 

To swim under waterfalls. 

To hike to great places. 

To feel the wind on my face. 

To explore that scenic background. 

To get lost. 

To wander. 

I could go on for forever. I don't want to just see the world, I want to experience it. I need to. 

This past week I watched fireworks explode above me, while laying on a cliff. 

I watched lightning explode in the sky around me, the wind blowing on my face, raindrops falling on my hands, while sitting on top of a cliff. 

Discovered petroglyphs and imagined what it would be like to be and Indian. Got chills to know that I was standing where an Indian warrior once stood. 

July snowball fights in the desert. 

Drove through the deserts where the pioneers once trekked through.

All that and so much more. 

It was amazing. It felt good. Like that hungry beast inside of me was released. :)

In this world where every thing seems to cost an arm and a leg, it seems like the wildest dream to want to experience it all. But there is a way; To make the most out of what you have now. 

This weekend when saying nightly prayers with my family, my uncle said, "Thank you for all the things that give us purpose and meaning in our lives."

It hit me hard. Because no matter what, there is always purpose in your life, it's there. There is always meaningful things in your life. All you have to do is make it grow. 

Take what God gave you. Times that by 50. Make the most out of everything that he has given you. 

I have places to see. People to meet. Mountains to climb. I'm struck with wanderlust. My adventures await me. 

Life is good.