Wednesday:
Today's adventure was interesting to say the least. I began my solitude by walking off the ledge my family’s home sits on. As I tumbled through fifty feet of thick jade plant, I seriously doubted what this project was going to teach me. I finally untangled myself from the soft clutches of the Jade, I found myself at the beginning of a huge patch of cacti. Twenty feet to my left I saw the bones of some long dead critter, which probably perished from lack of water in the summer and was trapped on the hill. I decided to sit down to contemplate life for a little, and found a comfortable looking stump sticking out of the hill at a strange angle. Thoughts flew in and out of my head, none of them sticking for more than a fleeting moment. The calm was interrupted by a sharp screech as two little birds fluttered to my side. The two chirping feather balls seemed to be fighting over a seemingly insignificant piece of bread, probably from my sloppy brother. This petty squabble shot a thought into my head that I couldn’t shake. How many people fought over food each day? Why is it that I get my fill of delicious morsels, while children across the world struggle to merely survive? These birds led me by the hand to my first realization in nature, the world is seriously messed up. As I began to think of ways I might be able to help, the alarm started to blare, and my 20 minutes for the day were up.