I'm struck by how crazy human existence is. The things we do, sometimes, seem down right insane to me. I read about people who trek out to far remote places and I find myself craving that kind of distance from society at times.
My life seems full of other peoples needs. I think that is why I steal 'me time' whenever I can, regardless of the inevitable guilt that comes with it (deserved or not). I read about mountaineers sleeping in bags on the side of K2 and I wonder what it feels like to be so close to solitude. I know for me fear would be enormous, but I still wonder what that kind of 'communion with nature' would feel like if I could get over any of the logical or illogical fears that would be involved.
I find that I myself cycle through my desires for solitude and community pretty regularly and unfortunately I think I feel lacking in both most of the time. Right now as I find myself envious of those mountaineers, I daydream about all of the amazing realizations that I believe I could come to in such a situation.