there really are certain things that people are inexplicably passionate about, whether they make sense or not.
going to far off places just to see some nice mountain/lake seems to be one of mine. i can't say it has any real value other than i get inexplicably excited just thinking about it.
yes, i can analyze it by saying these places gives me a sense of awe and peace, as sometimes the scale of nature can make us feel either really small or really connected to it, depending on our prior mental disposition.
i can try to psychoanalyze myself and conclude that either i lived such a sheltered life in childhood i'm trying to overcompensate by being adventurous now, or that my current life is simply lacking fulfillment and hence the need to seek external stimuli in this particular form.
or, perhaps deep down i'm still addicted to the praise that people politely give when i return with photos (pictures that would probably still look beautiful if one were to take them with eyes closed)
i still don't know where this is taking me, but perhaps figuring out what these things are is a first step...
