I am on vacation this week, which means I get to do crazy things like read books in the middle of the afternoon.
I'm reading this one about an Indiana Jones type explorer named Percy Fawcett. In the early 1900's he set out on multiple expeditions to find places that had never been mapped, see people that had yet to be discovered. Always seeking, searching, aching for that next new experience to satisfy his need to find things. With every modern tool known to man he ventured out to discover.
People don't do that too much anymore. Go exploring with the intention of discovering some new place. Some new civilization. It's really not possible the way it used to be. We been there. Done that. Seen them.
Now it seems people head out into
the wilderness unknown places to find themselves. Yoga in the woods. Self explorative meditation on a mountain top.
It's funny really. That we think we have to go away to find ourselves. When we're in our native habitats we can't get out of our own way so we have to leave to figure out who we are. Pack every modern tool known to man like thermal underwear engineered by the space program and freeze dried mango smoothies, strap them to our backs and go look for ourselves.
We have become the unknown land. The undiscovered people.
It's funny really.