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Do you know who you are? Do you know what’s happen to you? Do you want to live this way? All it takes is one person, one patient, one moment to change your life forever. It can change your perspective, color of your thinking. One moment that forces you to rethink everything you know. Do you know who you are? Do you know what’s happen to you? Do you want to live this way? Do you know who you are? Do you know what’s happen to you? Do you want to live this way?

Christina Yang (Season10, Ep.17-Do You Know?)

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It had nothing to do with gear or footwear or the backpacking fads or philosophies of any particular era or even with getting from point A to point B. It had only to do with how it felt to be in the wild. With what it was like to walk for miles for no reason other than to witness the accumulation of trees and meadows, mountains and deserts, streams and rocks, rivers and grasses, sunrises and sunsets. The experience was powerful and fundamental.

Wild by Cheryl Strayed

He was deeply wounded. He was damaged. His damage infected his life and it infected you.” I was not going to nod. Everything that ever happened to me in my whole life was mixed into the cement that kept my head perfectly still at the moment an astrologer told me that my father had infected me. “Wounded?” was all I could manage. “Yes,” said Pat. “And you’re wounded in the same place. That’s what fathers do if they don’t heal their wounds. They wound their children in the same place.

Foot speed was a profoundly different way of moving through the world than my normal modes of travel. Miles weren’t things that blazed dully past. They were long, intimate straggles of weeds and clumps of dirt, blades of grass and flowers that bent in the wind, trees that lumbered and screeched. They were the sound of my breath and my feet hitting the trail one step at a time and the click of my ski pole. The PCT had taught me what a mile was. I was humble before each and every one.

Wild by Cheryl Strated

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