human = bush...?

Flying over Arizona in one of the many flights and means of travel I've taken part in over the last week, I was struck by how small I am compared to the rest of the world. I mean, I've never been one of those people who thinks the world consists of just their city (well at least not for the past few years), but wow. We flew over all of this completely uninhabited land where I realized I was about the same size of that one little teeny dry bush I could see down in the sand. In the grand scheme of the whole WORLD, that's my size. That expanse of land, without housing, visible animals, people, or structures of any sort, was bigger and seemed to stretch farther than anything I could mentally wrap my brain around. And that was just a few miles of Arizona; just a few miles of natural desert.

Isn't that a little bit discouraging? Not necessarily that I'm so small. But that there is so much of the world that I'm probably never going to get to see. I want to see so much, I want to do so many things, I want to read so many books...but all of those possibilities are endless. There's no way I'm going to accomplish all of that in just one lifetime. That's the discouraging part. Sure I do feel small, but I don't feel insignificant.

I think I'm just itching to do something different. Something interesting, something new. It's sad to me when I travel to another state, or even just another city in California, and I'm amazed at how much that thrills me, how new it all seems. I've never even left the country. And that is becoming increasingly irritating for me. It's like I have this unquenchable thirst to learn more, about everything in the whole world, by traveling, reading, writing, listening...and traveling to a big city or another state only satiates that thirst temporarily. But each time that thirst returns with a vengeance, stronger and more demanding than before. I just feel stuck.