I crave adventure and it often feels like my life has none. In the comings and goings of the everyday life it just feels like we get caught up doing the ordinary, the normal an the lame. How much adventure or excitement is there is getting the kids off to school in the morning? What is heroic about going grocery shopping or cleaning the house? In a life that is consumed by the mundane I crave, starve for an adventure… A life that feels like it is worth living. A life that feels like it means something. A life where I make a difference.
I don’t know if you feel this, if you are aware of that nagging feeling in the back of mind. In the words of Morpheus, ‘you know something is wrong, but you don’t know what it is. But, it’s there like a splinter in your mind driving you mad.’ I feel the tug, the pull for something greater something more than the ordinary.
Over the years, I have been told this feeling, this nagging is just my wandering heart struggling against bein content in my life. There is a fair amount of truth to this, but there’s more. My life is supposed to be great. It’s supposed to be an adventure. I am meant for more.
Many people find adventure in their lives through travel. Admittedly, I’m jealous of those people. I’ve never had a passport, so any travel I have done is domestic. I long to find myself anywhere but at home. The mountains, the desert, the beach, the forest, anywhere.
But, I suspect even there I would feel something missing.
Maybe the adventure I crave is right in front of me. I’m a dad of 3 boys (6, 5, 1.5). Every little detail of life is an adventure to kids of that age. Everything. I limb that has fallen from a tree is anything from a gun to a sword to a pole vault over lava to a mystical weapon to defeat evil.
When do we lose that sense of adventure? At what point does taking leaves become a chore and not the front end of fun?
Maybe my life doesn’t need to change as much as my perspective does.