Answering The Call of the Wild In Your Own Life
If you wait for the right opportunity to occur in front of you, you will miss the opportunities happening around you.
Each day seemed longer than the last, and the last seemed an eternity.
The wild in me was calling for me to migrate, to escape the turmoil that was boiling inside me and around me.
Somewhere, anywhere but here.
The curious thing was that I was both captor and captive.
Each day I paced the boundaries of my cage: Walking tirelessly along the confines, blindly, mechanically picking my way along a thin, muddy trail formed from years of walking the same way and going the same direction, pausing occasionally to growl and sometimes roar, the onlookers joyously applauding, their curiosity sated.
I had to get away: I had to run to experience what I imagined it would be like in this panacea, this ideal kingdom which I carried in my mind’s eye where life was grand and everyone treated me as though I belonged, where I could do whatever I wanted and still be successful.
All the while I was plotting to leave, the tamed in me was reluctantly happy to keep working at a low paying job with no future benefits, as long as it was constant and secure. It was so easy to talk about the changes I would make …if only.
But sometimes, easy gets hard.
I became moody and complacent. My relationships with both family and friends became tense and strained to the point where I couldn’t talk to them without snapping, and they didn’t want to be around me and nor I them.
My self created cage was closing in around me.
While I knew I had to break free; I didn’t know in which direction to run. The idea of a new life somewhere else was pulling me in many directions, I just couldn’t make up my mind on a final decision, so I simply paced, growing increasingly irritable and insatiatable day by day.
Then one day, right after my 19th birthday, as I was driving to work, it all clicked together, and a break in the fence crept into my subconscious. I was listening to my passenger tell of how she hated her job and what she would do if she only had the 15 years she had wasted back. She would be a geologist. She would explore the earth. She would discover new rocks and do something important. Whatever she did, she said, she would make sure that it was doing something that she wanted to do, rather than something she felt she had to do.
That thought sat with me, and