We drove over 2000 kilometers through a continent of superlatives. The rough weather was our daily companion. There were hundrets of kilometres without civilisation. Speechless by the power of nature we went on into the widths of the county. We felt absolutely free. We didn’t plan anything in advance. Every minute desired spontaneity. There was no route – we were led by our instinct and feelings.
We are obsessed by always knowing the truth or what we consider as the truth. Questioning ourselves or unsureness does not seem appropriated in our society.
Everyone seems to know what they do and what they want. But wouldn’t it be a lot more fulfilling to be independent. For most people it is a nightmare to realize that their plan failed. Being overwhelmed by decisions we should rather ask ourselves: What do we really need? Isn’t it easier living a simple life? Isn’t less sometimes more?
Our lives do not have to be super-charged with meaning and sense to get get the most out of it. Living for the moment. Being spontaneous is the art of life.
I could smell the scent of freedom. Fresh cool air spread into every cell of my body. We sat together around the bonfire laughing and not worrying about every-day-life problems. We lived our adventure at the southest point of South America in the middle of massive mountains and breathtaking glaciers.
Let’s not walk around spoiled, selfish and maybe a bit too confident. Let’s question the meaning of things and enjoy every second of our lifes. Let’s exaggerate and live without limits. We drove over 2000 kilometres through a continent of superlatives. Chile reaches from the centre of South America with its dry deserts to the south where the giant glaciers are located. In Argentina there are some of the highest Anden peaks where mountains shine bright in the amazing lightning of the nature.
Patagonia is a wild country, stormy, repellend and radical. We were shaking with every cold wind. The rough weather was our daily companion. There was a landscape of void. Large condors flew smooth over the canyons. There were hundrets of kilometres without civilisation. Speechless by the power of nature we went on into the widths of the county. We were stunned by the giant ice walls around the biggest glacier of the world.
We felt absolutely free. We didn’t plan anything in advance. Every minute desired spontaneity. There was no route – we were led by our instinct and feelings. We will never forget those undescribeble moments of surreality. We had goosebumps caused by both: the temperature and the overwhelming size of the country.
We were always grateful for these experience while being aware of all our senses. Different to most peoples opinion we are no generation of refusers – we just define life in a new way than past generations. Self determination is our status symbol.
Our meaning of life is living.
Living for the moment. Mountains over 3000 meters were designed by the effects of nature in millions of years. The look of the mountains is much more than just impressive. On our way we passed many lakes, in which gracious pink flamigos were standing. The scenery of dark blue sky and turquoise water was simply amazing.
We were brave enough to follow our minds. But rationality is not the scale we measure with. At the end of the day it’s about doing not doubting things. Being courageous and acting confident in unpredictable situations. Not depending where you are.
Let us seek for existentialism. Let us find the answer to the question if everything in life must have a meaning. Is the meaning of life necessarily linked to the pursuit of happiness? To be honest – these questions are way too philosophical. We should learn to value the good things in life and try not to be a slave of society having to achieve unsatisfying tasks and unreachable goals.
Happiness is a feeling. It is the ability to enjoy and value the moment. The capability to limit expectations and to be aware of the pure solidity of life. We should strive for finding the idealism in the present time and avoid obstacles on its way.
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Text by Florian Kleinsteuber
Photos by Linda Ambrosius