I am never tired. I am comfortable, yet restless. A constant itch to travel runs through my veins and controls the essence of my being. A delightful chill runs down my spine when people speak of their vacations to far-off destinations. I never get homesick. Wherever I am becomes my temporary home, and I can adapt under any circumstances. I am like a shark, I must continue moving in order to keep myself alive. This is my passion and calling. This is what keeps me sane. This is the reason I wake up every morning with the excitement of a child on Christmas. It makes me happier than anything else, and it does not matter if I'm traveling across the world, or just visiting the local city for a day, I am ecstatic. The landscape speaks to me on an emotional level that others do not understand.

Have you ever had the breath taken from your lungs as you stand in awe at the magnitude from the top of a mountain range? This happened to me once in my life, and only once, as I stood at the highest point of the San Bernardino mountains in California. From the top, you could see the other smaller mountains below and a winding road that twisted and turned, stretching all the way down the mountain side and into the valley. The clouds passed by at eye level, and the city below was covered by the summer haze. The lush greenery of the treetops coated the hillside all the way to the city streets, where the scenery collided with the pavement. The view was so incredible that I l literally became breathless for the first few seconds as I took in the view. It was as if the air became suddenly thinner and I struggled to catch my breath. This rush of pure adrenaline was both horrifying and stimulating all at once, causing me to feel more alive than ever before. At that exact moment in time I knew that this feeling, this sensation , was vital to my livelihood and existence. And that is what I now pursue, that is what churns the coals of my passion, feeds the fire in my heart, and drives me to continue on.

“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.” – Helen Keller