Feedit-global - feed the need!.

 

“I am a pro - skier and dirt bag living out of my 23 foot RV in the Whistler parking lot and eating from the foodbank. I ski 200 days a year and love every fuckin’ minute of it. I met another person at the food bank who told me about you guys”.

 

“My particular passion needs three things to thrive and not become evil; exercise, exploration and most of all, whitewater paddling. I am but a slave to it, as it is insatiable”.

 

“Where do I start, I’m into it all. I bike, paddle, board, ski and walk the earth and usually end up hurt, scared or just filthy dirty. This is what life is about”.

 

“I get paid to play, that way I never have to do what people call "work". To have an office with no walls or computers is a pretty good way to live. So to answer the question, I do this because of my passion; I say we are not here just to exist”.

 

“I work as engineer in this small town, 2 hours north of Medellín here in Columbia, my best friend is a communist guerrilla commandant who everyday is much alive when the Air Force's Blackhawk’s are overhead!!

I have been away from the outdoors too long but need to go back to my tent, the bush and the muddy tracks. I belong to the mountains, I wish to wear my boots instead of my leather shoes, to deal with the elements not the computer. I am Juan, the Colombian man”.

 

“Why I am into these things?  Shit, I don't know.

I don't know why I spent my college money on a new mountain bike when I turned 18, just to wreck within a year. I can't afford to pay my credit card bill every month but somehow scrape together enough cash because I found a good deal on a pair of skis.

I don't know why I quit a decent job with a decent company to live in a van and starve while being a raft guide, working for a shitty company, just to get another good job at a good company and then quit that too, just to work at a ski resort for minimum wage.  I must need help.

 

I'm into kayaking. Ok no, that's an understatement, I need kayaking to survive. Without it I would die; eaten from the inside. I have it inside and it needs to be fed”.

 

“Why do I do this?  Why wouldn't I?

Ever since I was a young guy, the outdoors has been my escape, the way in which I’ve been closest to reaching my personal nirvana. Whether climbing a mountain, running a river, sticking a boulder problem or throwing down in the surf, the feeling lingers but soon enough it fades and slowly something else creeps in and eats away at me.

It’s the desire that’s burning inside to experience the synergy of humans and nature and joining forces with like minded souls. Only there you find a place that you’ll never find sipping lattes in a cafe or watching soap-operas”.

 

“I'm a whitewater kayaker and skier and many of my previous jobs have been based on the sports that I’m passionate about, much to the disappointment of my family.

 

Whether this has been as a liftie at the ski slopes, so I could go skiing for free on days off or as a Raft Guide so I would have greater access to rivers and other like-minded people, I usually only just made enough money to get by in life ... but I enjoyed every moment.

 

A year on from my last of these jobs I find myself being eaten alive from within. There's not half an hour that goes by that I don't daydream about being on a river, in the ocean or on fresh powder, I find my life consumed with the hunger for doing this stuff!

 

If I have a day without at least a little kayaking or other adventure sport, I can feel it getting hungry. Let a few of these days go by and the feeling grows. It starts to consume every waking minute of my life, as well as my dreams. Some call this an addiction, some call it their ‘Thing’, but I know, like all the others out there like me do, that this thing has gone ravenous and evil and so it’s meal time again ……..”.

 

Diary entry for Tuesday:

"Work, dinner and then activity.

Routine pleases me because it puts order into the day.

Without order, there is chaos and violence.

For dinner I make a chicken sandwich and I hate it.

I want to spit on it and see what it does.

But I eat it anyway.

Everyone dies but for now, I must live and go climbing".

 

“Cheers heaps I really appreciate the gear, I will no longer have to wear animal pelt blankets made out of road kill and now I’m warm again I’ve decided, I will gather a bunch of hermit crabs and make them live together”.

 

“Hey guys, paddling was sweet here in California the other day, even some surfing and even went bouldering last week too, I am content. Sometimes when you wake up you crave something, you don’t know what but as time passes you realise it’s a lack of adrenaline, so you go and paddle and everything seems alright, for awhile anyway”.

 

“Because of the intolerable mundaneness of daily life, I find the need to escape and climb. Climb whatever’s around. Trees, buildings, boulders, rocks or in skanky little rooms filled with chalk and crash pads. I've been the poorest creature on the block since I spent all my money on some massive feast called foreign travels; it's the price we pay to live in happiness outside of conventional thought patterns but it makes life good”.

 

“Hey guys, I'm on my global mission! Opportunity is on the horizon and oceans of adventure lie ahead!”

 

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside all people.

He said: "The battle is between two wolves inside us all.

One is Evil. It is anger, envy, greed and arrogance.

But the other is Good.

It is Serenity , truth  and compassion."

The boy thought about it and then asked his grandfather:

"Which wolf wins?"

"The one you feed."