A written set of journals making their way into a blog mini-series.
I want to remember the tiniest of details, in the greatest of memories.
I want to live in the moments although they are fleeting, and feel the feelings in my blissful moments of the past, as I move through the present. I want to live in nostalgia, while still experiencing the preciousness of happy memories that have long escaped my grasp.
Journal #5 - August 7th, 2018 6:53 AM AKDT
This morning I realize, I won't remember the details of my trip—so I'm writing down, a few.
My tentmate's curly brown hair is scattered with what resembles silver silky ribbons. Her peppery hair looks perfect even after she wakes. Her pale yellow floral pillow lay on top of her purple borrowed sleeping bag.
Eventually, she moved my things to the far right of the lime green tent. My suitcase borrowed from my grandparents is black, and filled with two many warm clothes.
The bearbox (you know our food storage unit in the middle of nature that presumably "keeps bears away") smells of old cardboard and stale bread.
[But ...] most of all, simple things, like who wore what and the exact day and time we did things...I will forget...I've forgotten...and will not remember missing.
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I find rereading my entries spark pieces of my experience that I long forgot, like the color of my tentmate's pillowcase. An unimportant but neccessary memory for me.
Sentimental about details.
I just appreciate the present's peaceful moments so much that as it becomes the past, I hope to remember almost everything about it. I feel thoughts, experiences, memories are like puzzle pieces that make up every individual's life. How important to hold on to them to learn and understand the bigger picture?
What's life sharing with you? What do you see?
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I'd say that my entirety of disengaging from the world and entering into the world of Denali, Alaska has taught me that by allowing myself to slow down, I can understand, acknowledge, and appreciate my own power and persevere through whatever life hands me.
I feel that Alaska taught me that connecting with others is the key to a happy existence, that so easily if humans were to slow down, be more present, and see how we are more the same than different, it would shift our perspectives to constantly remembering that life is so so precious; to take all the time to gather peace in your life, because in the end, it's worth it.
I'm planning another trip. No one can visit Denali just once.
Thanks for those that read through all journals, it was such an re-awakening and nostalgic experience to type them out. More are to come from different places ♡
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