sketchbook-Aaron Anderson

Drive out of the city. Drive until the only reminders of civilization are the car that you sit in and the road beneath your tires. Drive. Drive. Stop the car. Get out of the car. Leave the car running, unlocked. Leave your wallet and phone in the passenger seat. Look out and reflect upon the landscape. Reflect. Reflect. Realize that you don't know what is out there, across the horizon. Realize that your reflections have no meaning because they have no foundation. Realize that your philosophies, your thoughts about the symbolic significance of the landscape are based solely upon what you would imagine the landscape to be. Realize that the car behind you is your life. Realize that the landscape and beyond is your truth. Realize that it is the first glimpse of truth that you have ever had. Be comforted. Be confident. Walk toward the horizon. Walk across the ground that has never existed. Accept your new place in the world. Accept the wind in your face, the dust on your shoes, the dry taste in your mouth, the warmth of the sun. Fight the desire to turn around. Keep your eyes fixed upon the fleeing horizon. Accept a beginning. Accept. Accept. Regret nothing. Just walk. Just look. Just drive. Just reflect. Just accept. Just walk.