Miért túrázom? Díjnyertes túra dokumentumfilm 2020 English (Hungarian sub)
I, am a hiking, veteran. I have pushed myself, across thousands, of miles. Looking for answers. That only make sense to me. From mexico, to canada. On a trail 2, 650. Miles, long. I discovered, the secrets. Of self-respect. And personal, ability. On the croatian, long-distance. Trail however. I paved the way for other hikers. Who would only arrive after me. All the while uncovering, secrets. Of my own abyss. The careers, of long-distance, hikers. Are not long-lived. On my last hike. I needed to discover. The final answer. Whatever, answers i found. One question remained uncertain. Why. Why do i. Hike. Nature is perfect. In, every single way and it's amazing to be able to. Be. Out here and be. A part of this ecosystem. That's just absolutely. Uninterrupted. At all. Earth. Our home. The place. Of our history. A tiny, point in time. Which ticks towards one's own demise. It is slow enough to allow the birth, of the most beautiful, thing in the universe. Life. That life, is, nature. We have grown estranged, from it, both. Collectively. And. Individually. The chasm. We created through convenience, is now the missing link the cog, that disappeared, from the mechanism. Of fulfillment. And serenity. Last days, especially between, twin lakes and monarch pass. They shaped my life, they changed my values. I am really happy you know i i work two months alone. This is, one of the most beautiful, parts of my life. It's the closest, you'll get to heaven, if you know if, as you will or god, or or the spirit. That you can on. Earth. With every new time i venture into the wilderness. I feel as if i'm returning to the place i belong. It is fundamental. Not just for my own good. But for the good of my environment. That i discover. Myself. That i see myself. As nature. I am nature. And can only find myself. As part of. It. Uh. I found here a place, to, to think, without, stressing, out because you have so much. Time here. Time. Blessing. Or curse. It marches, on relentlessly. And continuously. Reminds us, that we are not forever. That we are not. Eternal. Like a pendulum. It swings, above our heads. Life nowadays, seems to take away the blessings of time. Leaving only its dark. Side. Yes. Life should be slow. It should be giving us time. There's something, precious. Life in the wilderness, provides. Exactly, that. Slowness. Focus on what matters, transcendence. Here. Time is a partner whispering, not to be afraid of impermanence. You get time to really think about life. Times. Time that you don't really have like at home because you have so much things on your mind, but out here you have just like the whole day just fuse and sirens, and. Nature, animals, everything. But nothing else that, clutters the mind. Seize the day. Because a day can last a second. Blow by like a whirlwind. Or. It can become a whole eternity. My time. My choice. I choose. Eternity. So. So. Do you hear. That. Man is not man without other people. Warmth.
Togetherness. Wonderful, lives and stories. In the wild. People respect, each other more. They listen, more. They love each other. More. In the wilderness. Achieves, purity. His most sincere, self. With people like that. I feel purpose, and kinship, again. I belong, to a community, and finally, don't feel the need to escape, it. That. Is big. Um, everyone out here has kind of made the same, sacrifices. To be out here and, are on the same wavelength. And, um. Yeah i guess just the people out here really like restore. My faith in. Humanity. Nice people, great people, it's been a. Incredible, experience. As far as. The. Kindness, that people have shown us that's a big. Big surprise. I mean, people have been. Unbelievable. Um. Foreign. You meet some of the best people out here. I think. I love trail people and i feel like. More. I feel like there are more my people than. Most of the other people i know. If that makes. Sense. It's the best community, i've ever been. Involved, in, in my whole life you bump into people, who are. Like-minded. And. Individuals, who share the same passions. And. Same goals as myself. Just. Charm. We are saturated. With consumer, goods. We live in excess. Yet we choke on dissatisfaction. At the same time. We have everything. And subsequently. Don't see the essence. The wilderness, gave me, satisfaction. Over a sip of water. The smell. And taste of food. The joy. Of a warm shower. Or a place to rest my wary legs. I can even rejoice. At a can of sugared water. Good. Sugar. I've been waiting for this three days. Awesome, we have forgotten. About the little. Big. Things. For me hiking has always been super, therapeutic. Uh, you have hours upon, hours of just. Uninterrupted. Thinking, processes. As you're hiking. And just in the silence. I was, dealing with some mental health stuff. And, trying to figure out, how to handle, some depression. Um. And i feel a lot more myself, out here than i do pretty much everywhere, else. And i came back out, to get re-centered. Kind of in the off season i i do struggle with depression, a little bit and every day that i'm out here. I really feel alive even a bad day hiking is, probably one of the best days, of your life. That type of well-being. We can also call gratitude. From which we have been inoculated. By the over-indulgences. Of modern living. Gratitude.
Changes, Me, heals me makes my mind healthier. The gloom. Weight depression, and oversaturation. Of everything implanted, into my mind. The wilderness, heals. With its austerity. Good morning. That is why i need it. And why i bring with me. The bare. Minimum. So. I crave an experience, that will connect me. To a piece of inhabitable, matter. In the lifeless, vacuum. Of eternal, blackness. Cosmically, negligible. And practically, unbelievable. Life is a gift. In which i need to inject enhancers. The flavors. Colors. And smells of my origins. Because i am the universe, in that atom of humanity. An assemblage, of molecules. Uniting, the chaos of the big bang. And the order of life. Conscious, weak, and powerful, at the same time, completely. Split. But perfectly, unique i am the author of a piece of eternity. That eternity. Is my life, and i will make every effort to carve out of it the best, possible. Monument. So. Walking through the mountains above a town that i have never, seen before. Sleeping, in a house with no real rafters, and a zipper on the door. The morning air is freezing, but the scenery. Is making, my blood, boil. Though every day i'm closer to the end my heart is never going. Home. I recall, the fire of the desert, like living on the sun. And walking, over ridges, crossing, rivers, where the mighty merced. Runs. I've walked so many miles, and i'm tired, but don't let this be done. And though it's been forever, i feel the trail of life has finally, begun. So take me back to all places, where the living's, always free where the wanderers. And artists, and the livestocks, used to be where the days go by so, fast. But take. It's enough, to be, alive. And no one's, wrong. But you can't stay. Alright. Durango.