-By Brandon Wikman
Some people find escape and diversion from everyday life in material items. They discover a single flare of content with simple tangible goods, but soon realize that their fate is left in shreds of momentary value. The secret of life is decorating your soul with ornaments of perpetual beauty that blossoms from God’s greatest bounty.
The arresting fascination of the wilderness has embraced a fairytale charm through the hearts of homebodies seeking grace. Virgin eyes can only attempt creating foggy parodies of what energy the Canadian wilderness would bring to their spirit. The sight of soft speckled sunlight glimmering through the canopy of birch trees; fresh spring water bubbling from a hillside blanketed with flowers meandering through a meadow; spruce trees plastered with white moss as if it were Christmas in the middle of summer. It is these spectacles of Mother Nature that marry our imagination with reality.
In today’s spoon-fed culture where materialistic fascinations of desire penetrate far deeper into the psyche than our conscious mind can even drift; we step into our own hell. Our intellect is carried and passed from precedent generations of want and desire. A mindless craze saturated with media manipulation and a congestion of celebrity do’s and don’ts. Much of society has slowly evolved into a compulsive product of tomorrow’s technology and urgency.
We’ve grown ignorant of the simplicities in life and maintain a hasty cycle of monotony throughout our existence. The world strays through a garden of gold blindfolded and oblivious to the riches buried beneath each blessed day.
Self-gratification is prized as what type of interior our vehicle sports. Modesty has slowly deteriorated from a mindset that solely craves triumph upon scaling the so-called “ladder of success.” Our culture has banded together to blend a poisonous concoction that consists of fame, fortune, and greed. Countless numbers of anemic souls suckle off the drips of toxic media corruption only to find their selves thirsting for another serving.
Too many of us are already dead. The essence of life must be altered back into a realistic perspective. Families must harbor the values of love, time, and tradition to maintain a steadfast birth of contentment. Traveling down the path of least resistance requires nothing more than an attitude lacking ambition and curiosity.
A week spent lavishing in the bush at Cygnet Lake Camp in northwestern Ontario has cleansed my tarnished soul. Relishing the moments of solitude tames the beast within. Inhaling a breath of clean air has never felt so good.
The untamed wilderness has a mystical way of bridging the gap that separates our heart from mind. Tranquility cannot be impersonated from the confinements of our home, but sprouted from the waving pastures of wild flowers. The cascading waterfalls upon ancient moss infested boulders. The teeny droplets of sparkling dew clung glowing on a spider web at dawn. These are a compilation of life’s’ greatest fairytales that you won’t find in your library.
Purify your livelihood by medicating life with a dose of Mother Nature. It will transform the way you live.
I’d like to thank Dan Schafer, owner of Cygnet Lake Camp, for providing me with the time of my life.
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