Chapter 291: The Anatomy of an Adventure

If life is a journey, as they claim that it is, then it necessarily have to be a fruitful adventure; or else, it is not worth taking this treacherous path at all. All perilous roads must lead to something worthwhile, and, as important as the planned predestination, it takes an experience of a real adventure to actually get there.

To experience life's offerings, good or bad and maybe right or wrong, is the major characteristic of a profound adventure, a necessary element to fully engage with all the available senses of the flesh, to fill the longing soul with enough impetus to actually satisfy the feeling of emptiness inside. An emotional void waiting to be awaken through the several rewards of a journey's end.

A well-defined destination, most certainly, is the basic motivation of the impetus, but more importantly the focus is on the motion to visibly get there. It is the sincerest movement of a verb, the fulfillment of love's everlasting effects, the symphony of a song. A crying soul wanting to feel the pain, to endure it, embrace it, and then use it to make their common resolve stronger, better.

O, how the rhythm of the music dictates the tempo of life! It starts out as a small calling, a faint beating of the heart. It develops from impulses, coming directly from the source of life, the invisible element that strengthens the soul to allow it to soar into greater heights, and then it completes the unfinished song, a vital characteristic of the human soul: beautiful, and forcefully alluring.

But to even consider the validity of an adventure requires it to be separated into the many parts of what actually constitute the idea from valid expectations (the control variable), perhaps to meticulously enumerate the several portions of the perfect anatomy of the actual substantive episteme of the fullest definition of the word.

That is the difficulty of life and the love truly given, because the boundaries are endless. There is no beginning or end, for it is perpetually present, and it cannot be destroyed no matter how corrupted it can be. But life is not just an invisible thing (reduced to a mere idea), a concrete elucidation of a mere soul that cannot be destroyed. Of course, in a more serious note, life is more than just that. It needs to be fully felt by the human body, too. We are alive because the flesh allows us to experience joy.

Joy in the midst of endless suffering, if the rational soul must endure.

Life is an adventure by default, then; it allows us to feel the world around us. To experience everything that there is about living a life, no matter how dangerous the valley to be traversed ahead.

As they say, it is not just about the destination or the destiny, but to enjoy the appointed journey. To feel, to be completely liberated from the limitations imposed by man. To allow the imagination to flow freely, unhindered, unedited. That is what an adventure is about.

But life is (also) about tasting the sweetest watermelons, appreciating the most precious stones, marvel at the beautiful blanket of nature, to breathe the freshest air, feel the wind from a moving vehicle, studying mathematics, behold the abstraction of art or by reading a book. Every experience adds up to form our most treasured sentimental memories.

This list could go on and on because adventures are (also) endless. Where there is life, a distinct form of reality must necessarily follow. It is naturally obligatory because the fruits of reality is the compelling evidence that life truly exists.

And only in this truthful matter that we understand that living in the present is truly the gift of tomorrow's promises, and the rectifying effect of the regret of the past. Only if we will allow reality to finally take its place in the midst of our existence that we will find all the evidence of the beauty of living, despite the ugliness of evil that also surrounds the determination of a rational soul.

We will always choose to live than to simply die from a senseless demise. These things are the candid evidence why that premise is the most sensible argument to be taken conclusively. In order to get out of a dark place, one must continue walking. There is no other way.

Giving up is a lame excuse in the anatomy of an adventure. 

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