Sure, I could tell you everything I’ve ever learned. I could show you a picture of every place I’ve wandered and share with you harrowing tales of heartbreak and sadness. I can teach you bushcraft, I can teach you how to mimic the distant call signs of wild dogs and show you how to cover your scent downwind: to be invisible. But for what? What good is it to you if I write the thesis of love and life - and all you do is read it? Go! Turn your toes purple. Scale that cliff. Learn to smell a storm coming hours before the first clouds appear. Find yourself lost: dark and alone. Go and get the dirt beneath your nails. Cry in public. Go outside. Meet somebody on tinder and let yourself feel those emotions: let yourself feel those words too soon, be too intense, be too careless: love as if you’ve never loved before. Be fearless. Bones will mend. Scars will heal. I’ve met people who are so afraid of dying that they’ve lived their life in safety: all for what?