My internal inclination for self-isolation is closing on irresistible. It feels like a buzz in the back of my head, like the gradual amplification of an approaching bee. By the time the sound reaches my face, I’m ducking and weaving to try to avoid it. A lot of my internal dialog tells me that any feelings of adversity in my life result from the fact that I am yet unproven. The more comfortable I feel in my surroundings, the further I feel like I need to push myself. Wilderness doesn’t recognize entitlement, and I alone am responsible to be a person of character when I look up at the stars at night. Being alone outdoors simplifies my search for beauty both inside and outside of my body.

That deep need for disengagement is born from an even deeper desire to sink into my surroundings. The more time I spend out and away from areas of human concentration, the more in touch I’ve began to feel with the inhabitants of our landscape that so often seem to go unseen. I yearn to be a part of my own bigger plot, an active participant in my own narrative. It’s always a little further than the space that I currently occupy. I want my heart and mind to find stillness in hopes that I can become a part of the landscape.


In so many ways, I want to tell myself that I have to let go of the connective strands that bind me to my experience. I want to divorce myself from the experiences that have hurt me. I don’t want to walk through life limiting myself by all of the failures that I have collected so far. The entire reason that I’ve sought change is to walk out the other side more adept at interpersonal interaction. If I can’t take my experience of the world so far and somehow turn it into a higher understanding of how to thrive then I have wasted my time.

There’s a glass room on the 103rd floor of the sears tower in Chicago. When you step out into it all four sides are transparent and the feeling is that you are standing out in the open air high above the city. I remember feeling nauseous, standing on the edge of that room. Everything in my brain screamed that stepping out there would be literal suicide, but after closing my eyes and stepping forward I felt the solid glass floor beneath me. The feeling of doing something that my mind deemed so terrifying was pure exhilaration. It’s that same fuel that drives my determination to find myself in nature.

I don’t choose to live this way because I don’t yearn for human interaction. In fact, much of the reason is that I owe it to the people that I have failed to provide adequately for emotionally. None of us can afford to be tourists in our own experience and taking the time to try to learn who I am is a welcomed penance for the emotional causalities that I must take responsibility for.

More than anything else in my life, I am terrified that in the end I will have only stood on the edge of my possibility. I want to live.


Thank you for taking the time to read this today.





And lastly, a couple of pictures of my sweet little house, looking beautiful. Onward and upward.






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  • Mark says:

    Always a pleasure to read your writing, Adam.

    Keep well.


  • Tim Forcade says:

    I just read Push and like most every contact I’ve ever had with you, I’ve come away again impressed and enlivened. But you raise issues about yourself that escape me. Unproven? Your language of experience in this very post indicates otherwise. And failures? Though I can’t say I know you very well I would answer impossible. Narrowing my argument once again to just this post, you’ve clearly taken a lot from what you’ve experienced and have channeled all that into beauty toward truth. You are a marvelous example and a dear friend. Keep enjoying. Tim

    • Adam Smith says:

      Thank you, Tim. Your words, guidance, and mentorship mean the world to me. I honestly don’t know if there will be a tangible point in my life where I will feel truly worthy of the wonderful things that have been given to me. My journey to “prove” myself comes from an ever growing need to see more and understand more about myself and my surroundings. I don’t consider the failures of my past anything less than an opportunity to better my life and that of those around me. I’ve truly grateful that I can call you and Betsy confidants. Until next time, my friend. Thanks for reading.

  • Megan Roelofs says:

    Thanks Adam. Beautiful and encouraging. Just what I needed to read today. Megan

    • Adam Smith says:

      Thank you, Megan. I think that beauty and encouragement are the foundation for everything that we need in life. Thank you for being a friend.

  • Anthony DeNiro says:

    I appreciate and miss you.

  • Yal says:

    Hi Adam,
    Was pleasure to stummble on your vehicle in Avenue of the Giants and great to see your work. I love your style.


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