"Where would you go?" asks the caption, "if you had your adventure?"
Admittedly, this kind of intimidation is a bit better than the usual crowd of impossibly good-looking influencers and their stunning, bronzed holiday snaps.
"Why aren't you here yet?" those people seems to wink from their jobless utopias in the Far East. It annoys me that they already know the answer.
Anyway, camping landscapes are better, yes, because the location is usually breathtaking all by itself as it fills the camera. It seeks no attention, nor needs to be looked at, but if you were there you wouldn't be able to take your eyes off it - that's beauty, if you ask me.
Once again though, it does make my heart ache a bit. Imagine! Round goes the zip, and there in the flapping archway of the half-open canvas is the bright, clean, fresh world: forests of pines sweeping up to rocky outcrops, mountain lakes under the cool blue sky. I'd like that.
I think recently, I feel as though maybe I've settled a bit too much for the indoors. I don't enjoy that thought, but what frightens me most is settling for it, and never realising. Life's so much more than this, isn't it? I don't ever want to lose that longing for adventure, even if I never do climb a mountain and camp out at the top.
You know I don't like social media very much; it can be pushy and manipulative, and it's changed the world for the worse I think. All of this then, leaves me wondering whether Instagram, with its tantalising 'you could be here' show-offs, is actually an inspirational help from the top of the mountain, or just a massive conceited hindrance. Is it pushing me? Or encouraging me to jump?
But then, I guess that kind of sums up the problem, doesn't it.
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