When I went to Georgia to hike the A.T I had one thing in mind, the long and arduous journey north. The people I met made me think a little more though. I met a man who looked like George Carlin, a woman that had just got divorced, a kid off on summer break like me, and a weird-hillbilly from the west who had no teeth and had grandchildren at the age of 55.
These people all had a story ranging from good to bad, and while we all sat around the campfire and exchanged stories, i realized how good my life has been. I realized where I could be, unmarried and with children and grandchildren, and where I might be, married and divorced, if I'm not careful. It made think that although they all had there different problems they all had one thing in common, the trail.
It was the one thing they all could turn to when things weren't going right. The one thing that truly got them away from it all. The trail helped them find peace and quite to sort out what was happening in their lives. It helped them find joy once again in the wonders of the mountains and the views of the sunsets. It helped them replace emotional pain with contact with strangers that were willing to just talk to them and hold a conversation and not judge them for past discretions.
This is why I love the A.T. It revitalizes the soul in a way not many other things can. It helps people who are on the edge of breaking down, find themselves again and to be reborn in a new light. It helps people realize things about their life that they might not have known and reminds them of what they might be missing. If nothing else, it helps people realize in many ways that life, although hard, can be lived through; regardless of what happens in it.
White Magic