The definition of The Spirit of Exploration lie in the word ‘Spirit’.

I believe to really be able to explore, to seek out, to look for experiences outside the confining borders of a working-person’s daily life, one must have spirit. It takes a certain kind of person to wake up one morning and walk away from everything he or she knows to be comfortable and to immerse oneself fearlessly into the world.

Here’s the thing: it doesn’t have to be an expensive, exotic location to change a person’s perspective on their own life. I realized this not too long ago; it took a long time to get here. I am a twenty-five year old female that has lived in a handful of different states on both coasts and driven across the middle of the country and really has yet to find that spirit and learn how to explore. It almost doesn’t make sense, I had so many opportunities to put myself out there and to allow myself to feel uncomfortable long enough to figure out how to deal with it - to figure out how to explore even some of the most mundane cities and find something inspiring on each street corner, alley way, local bar or highway.

Currently, I live alone and have lived in the same state for two years now. Until very recently, something kept me from exploring the streets I travel on everyday, from meeting new people and learning from them, and from allowing myself to become acquainted with this city.

The Spirit of Exploration encompasses a lack of inhibition, a recklessness most lose with childhood. I can’t say if it happens to everyone, in fact, I would argue that it doesn’t and admit envy for those people who have managed to get older and still take chances. My exploration begins now with the town that I am living in and will continue to grow without fear or apprehension of what might happen until I’ve seen all there is to see.

Which if I understand correctly, means that there is no end in sight.