My First Day On The Appalachian Trail Essay

1103 Words Nov 7th, 2016 5 Pages
Every day I try harder than the day before. I genuinely wish this had been the case my entire life, but that is just not true. When I first began my college career, I felt adrift in a world that was rapidly maturing without me. I excelled in the classes I enjoyed, and coasted with minimal effort in those I found less appealing, assuming that I continued to go at all. My friends were contemplating the classes which would propel them into their careers, while I reflected upon the pervasive feeling of adolescence which others seemed to be shedding with ease. In all honesty, this was the worst part of my life. Saddled with so much potential, yet unable to grow enough to carry the burden, I felt smothered by an encroaching adulthood. So I quit. Everything. My first day on the Appalachian Trail was unlike any other of my life. The first eight miles are all uphill and I was hiking in the worst storm I would encounter for the entire six months, yet I had never felt so alive. I almost feel as though any attempts to describe the pure joy would be akin to sacrilege. My only responsibility in those moments was to put one foot in front of the other and remember to breathe. I was a boy who had shed the shackles of society and walked into the wilderness in search of the man I was to become. My first few days were a mixture of pure ecstasy, embarrassing mistakes, physical fatigue of which I had never imagined, and a plethora of other hikers all attempting the same feat as myself. I must…

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