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>>11972444
I've developed an unhealthy habit of writing in a journal as a way of emotionally venting when things are troubling me, because I realize that nobody really wants to hear that shit from me, and its a way of physically getting the thoughts outside of my head so I can sleep.

The only time I really enjoy my journal is during the summers when I'm not in university and get togo back to my dream job, where I get to travel a lot, live outside, go on actual adventures where I meet interesting people and actually do something goddamn useful with myself. Those writings about life are actually somewhat interesting.

Pic related. I get to work here sometimes.

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>>11892877
I held the life of another man in my hands this past summer. He was dying of severe heat exhaustion and dehydration at the bottom of Dark Canyon in Southern Utah at 3:00 in the morning, and I was the only person for 200 miles who knew how to save him. He began to shake and shiver, convulsing as his limbs went pale, the residual fluids in all extremities desperately shunting heat and water back into the core of the body to preserve his internal organs. What's strange is that I don't even remember thinking when all of my medical training kicked in as he stopped breathing. I felt like an observer, watching my own hands examining and preserving his life, my mind and sense of panic subdued, but along for the ride. Were those truly my actions that morning, or an intervention of god? To this day, I am still unsure.

The gravity of the situation haunts me.

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>>11863968
Go out into the middle of the desert at night anon. Escalante, New Nexico, White Creek Basin, any of these will do. Go somewhere far where the city lights cannot reach you. Lay in a sleeping bag and watch the ecliptic path of Venus give way to the pattering commute of stars. Watch the plane of your world dip through this massive disc, swirling at mind-numbing speeds towards oblivion, as the silence of the desert night rings in your ears. Lose yourself in the peaceful stillness of massive silent things.

Out there you will encounter something, and only then will you realize that the fundamental has no name.

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