I could never sit still, i was always active but i am never content, if I'm somewhere i want to be somewhere else, if its winter i want it to be summer ( sometimes) if it summer i want it to be winter, if i have a sick bike i need an even sicker bike. In life even to this day I'm never happy with just day to day things, i feel guilty for damn near everything i do even if its going fishing for the day (even weekends) because i feel like i need to be working or something , honestly i don't know what i should be doing or why i feel so guilty. But skiing, damn. I'm grounded, im happy living my life in the moment, i dont feel guilty, i dont feel im missing anything or i should be anywhere else in the world. I am at home, at piece and im the closest to god i think i can possibly get. I have been writing allot to deal with my own issues, i think my first paragraph in my auto B says allot.
"
Skiing
is not a sport, it is a lifestyle. I have spent many long summer nights lying
awake in my bed staring at my skis on the wall. Counting down to mid November when
Tahoe starts to get snow. I watch the weather channel every morning and I have
slowly begun to bore my friends with talk of high pressure holding off pacific
storms. My family doesn’t understand me; my friends think I’m obsessed. I am
going crazy. I live for the snow, It is my priority, I don’t go to church and
I’m not a religious man but when I’m alone high above the world on an snow
covered peak I am standing right next to God"
Wow , deep info for the noob. good question.