Throw Away Your Television

Throw Away Your Television

That day when our minds roam free,

We began to live without agenda.

That beautiful release for you and me,

We can all flourish in beautiful hacienda.

Where we do not live by another decree,

And we can relax in peace.

Outgrow our nervous nature,

And we will find peace of mind,

As far as can be seen

Not a worry is in sight,

And not one involuntary notion,

Not a single distraction from divine delight.”

When in life we have trouble that seems too much to handle, using words can paint a picture few have ever dreamed. In a time where I felt without direction or meaning my life was forever changed, that fateful day on top of a lonely mountain which stretched above all the birds in the sky. When our lives are dictated by substantial worries sometimes all we need is a little freedom. To leave our sheltered lives by exploring the great unknown. Emerging with life intact at the end of a gruelling adventure will bring all worries to a grinding halt. For the writer who struggles to grasp emotions, a soul expanding hike through those luscious trees can sometimes be all we ever need. My journey through the Colorado mountains did this for me.

Stepping out onto that mountain I was excited for the experience, but I had no idea how much could be learned from following your own path away from the herd. In order to write about life first we must experience the world outside of our sometimes impervious bubble, and in the art of writing we must confront our weaknesses head on, conquering our fears and learning in the process.

When we write through experience, nothing in this universe can remove your meaning from the words. Like destructive hail in a ferocious storm our words will be battered black and blue, but no creation was ever bred without destruction. No literary masterpiece can be created without a little pain from me and you. Similarly, during my journey I withstood purifying storms that guided me towards my final literary destination.

Faced with constant hail and skin-burning winds, we carried on higher and higher up the snow-capped mountain. In an area so foreign to a group of Oklahomans, we were forced to fight through the storm and find our way through the trees that we had used as shelter from the hail. Luckily for us, the trees were so close together that they provided almost complete protection from the cannonade of frozen bullets. As quickly as the icy fire came, the volley vanished, and all that was left was the harmonious sound of falling rain. After hours hiking that jagged tree line it seemed the end was in sight, and with only a few false summits to go, time seemed to grind to a halt. In the final moments it never fails that a tidal wave of excitement washes over you, restoring that previous unwavering determination. Then the last few cliffs become a race to the final destination.

In the end it did not matter who won the race that day. All that mattered was the breathtaking views atop our own private summit. With my bag twenty-four ounces lighter, those first few sips of beer atop that sky splitting mountain had never been sweeter. With one final inhale of that almost three-mile high air it was time for our final descent. Wearing what felt like concrete for shoes we trudged down the mountain. Something about being half asleep from exhaustion and bruised from hail made the whole descent a somber experience. With less than five words spoken between our group, we had the chance to  enjoy our mountain vista one final time before we  disappeared into the tree line. Drifting to the finish line seemed to take hours, but seeing our car parked in that campsite seemed ever so divine. Trading our muddy hiking boots for sandals was like floating on air. With one final toast to our victory, we hopped in our horse drawn carriage to ride off into the sunset.  It seemed the mountain had it out for us that afternoon, but in life we are never promised sunny days without rain.

“So throw away your old definition,

Take the noose of your ambition,

Let go of the pain of your history, and come live at ease.

Take today to go enjoy my way,

In fact take the night cause without fright,

Even the darkest corners seem to be full of light.

If we never forget our meaning of life;

The most important decision we all must know is,

To once in awhile stop and smell the roses.”

I urge you to throw away your television, and go on your own nature mission. Despite being completely lost, cold, and soaked from the rain sometimes we have to just close our eyes and let go. Let the universe take control and guide you to your destination. While the highest mountain peaks have never felt the need to speak, with a single look they share many scenes, and sometimes a lone tree can say much more than you and me.  

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Logan Cohen
Logan Cohen

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