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Words: 457 |
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3 min read
Published: Jun 17, 2020
Words: 457|Page: 1|3 min read
Published: Jun 17, 2020
Isn't it weird how one random day can totally change how you see everything? That's exactly what happened to me last summer when I got lost hiking. Yeah, I know - getting lost sounds scary, but trust me, it turned out to be one of those moments that really makes you think about life differently.
So there I was, thinking I was some kind of expert hiker just because I'd done a few trails before. I decided to go solo hiking on this new trail I'd heard about. "It'll be fine," I told myself. "I've got my phone, some water, and I totally know what I'm doing." Spoiler alert: I didn't.
The first couple hours were amazing. The weather was perfect, birds were chirping, and I felt like some kind of nature photographer with all the pics I was taking. Then I decided to go "off-trail" because I saw this really cool rock formation. Big mistake. Huge.
You know that moment when your stomach drops and you realize you've messed up? Yeah, that hit me about an hour later when I couldn't find the trail again. Oh, and guess what? No cell service. Because of course there wasn't. That's when the panic started creeping in.
Being completely alone in nature, kind of lost, does something weird to your brain. At first, I was freaking out, but then this strange calm came over me. I had to actually think instead of just pulling out my phone for answers. For the first time in forever, I had to really pay attention to everything around me.
I ended up finding my way back by following the stream downhill, something I remembered from some survival show I'd half-watched years ago. It took four hours longer than it should have, and I was pretty sure my mom was going to kill me when I got back (she did try to ground me... I'm 20).
Since then, I've started noticing things I never did before. Like how the sunset looks different every single day, or how you can tell it's going to rain just by how the air feels. I started learning actual navigation skills, and I even got into bird watching - something I would've thought was super boring before.
The biggest eye-opener wasn't about survival skills though. It was realizing how often we cruise through life on autopilot, just doing what we always do, not really thinking about it. Getting lost forced me to be present in a way I hadn't been in years.
Now, whenever I feel overwhelmed or stuck in life, I think back to that day. If I could figure out how to get un-lost in the middle of nowhere, maybe other problems aren't as impossible as they seem. Sometimes you need to get a little lost to find a better perspective.
I still go hiking, but now I stick to the trails and actually bring proper gear. My mom made me promise. But every time I'm out there, I remember that day and how sometimes the worst moments can turn into the best lessons. Just maybe don't tell my mom I said that - she still thinks I should take up knitting instead.
The whole experience taught me something that sounds super cheesy but is actually true: sometimes you need to lose your way to find yourself. I know, I know, that sounds like something from a motivational poster, but hey, sometimes those cliché things turn out to be right.
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