Decision to hike Pacific Crest Trail for personal healing from "summary" of Wild by Cheryl Strayed
When I made the decision to hike the Pacific Crest Trail, I did it not because I was an experienced hiker seeking adventure, but because I was broken and lost. The idea of walking over a thousand miles through the wilderness was daunting, but I knew I needed to do something drastic to heal the wounds that had been festering inside me for so long. As I embarked on this journey, I carried with me the heavy burden of my past - the death of my mother, the disintegration of my family, the collapse of my marriage. I was consumed by grief, guilt, and regret, and I knew that if I didn't confront these demons head-on, they would continue to haunt me for the rest of my life. The trail was unforgiving, testing my physical and mental strength every step of the way. There were moments when I wanted to give up, when the pain and loneliness threatened to swallow me whole. But I pushed through, driven by a relentless determination to face my fears and conquer my inner turmoil. As I walked through the rugged terrain, I found solace in the beauty of nature - the towering trees, the majestic mountains, the crystal-clear lakes. I realized that I was a small part of something much greater than myself, and that my problems, no matter how insurmountable they seemed, were just a tiny speck in the vast universe. With each passing mile, I shed the layers of grief and self-doubt that had been weighing me down for so long. I learned to forgive myself for my mistakes, to let go of the past, and to embrace the future with a renewed sense of hope and purpose. By the time I reached the end of the trail, I was a different person - stronger, wiser, and at peace with myself. The journey had been grueling and painful, but it had also been transformative and liberating. I had found healing in the wilderness, in the solitude, in the raw brutality of nature. And as I stood at the southern terminus of the Pacific Crest Trail, looking out at the vast expanse of the desert before me, I knew that I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. I had come to terms with my past, and I was finally free to chart my own course in life, unencumbered by the weight of my sorrows.
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