imagining a life this beautiful

i love nature. when i was a little girl i would climb a huge apple tree adjacent to my dads tool shed and just sit up there for hours daydreaming; i would muse over ideas and significant people in my life. i remember i used to even bake little tea cakes for snacks so i could stay up there even longer. i hated when the light got dark. it meant i had to climb back down to reality. my parents always wondered where i had got off to when i would climb up in the tree because it was quite hidden from the house and a difficult one to get up. i would be so quiet when i was up there because i enjoyed thinking that they had no idea about my secret world up there.

been backpacking/camping around new zealand for two weeks now and i find myself taken aback by the sheer majesty of beauty that this island has to offer. some of the backdrops ive experienced in the south island are the most beautiful things ive seen in 27 years of my life. im also wondering how come it takes me to go all the way to new zealand to be inspired to see beauty!

i have always felt drawn to travel. when i was a kid my brother and i would pack bags as if we were going on a long journey and pretend that our backyard was a trek through different continents. i even would bake cakes and store them in an airtight container inside one of our backpacks in case we needed sustanence along the way. i remember gaining inspiration from the tv cartoon series "The lost cities of gold".

Anyway its hardly different now. As im packing my bags to go somewhere new, i find myself with the same eager anticipation that i did when i was faking it at 7 years old. i think i was so curious about my backyard at that point that over the years ive just continued to recreate that experience in my career. i remember my little heart beating as i convinced myself i was about to uncover a huge treasure near dads passionfruit plant. i think i was desperately wanting something new but content creating it in the same place. its sad to think that i never needed to leave my backyard because my imagination was enough as a child and now that ive gotten older i need to physically take myself away to believe i can be inspired? i dunno...

why do people forget the simple pleasure of seeing new things or things theyve already seen in new ways? how come its so easy to get disenchanted or numb to the beauty we know in our daily surroundings?