Raskolnik & Gavrick
Ever wonder if the wild just makes us act like beasts, or if it actually forces us to choose who we are?
Wild’s no mirror, it's a hammer – it chips away at our comfort and leaves the bones of who we truly are. The beasts you see? They're just the raw edge we sharpen up when the trail gets hard. Whether you end up with a scar or a story is the choice the land forces you to make.
So you think the land is the judge, the hammer that decides? I keep wondering if the scar is proof of something or just a punishment we give ourselves.
The land ain’t a judge, it’s a teacher that shows what you can handle. A scar is either a badge of learning or a reminder you fell – it’s up to you to decide which it is.
Maybe the scar is just a mirror of the pain I ignore, or a badge for the foolishness I keep buying. I’m not sure which side of it I’m looking at.
Scars are the map the earth draws while you’re still figuring out the road. If you keep staring at the mark, you’ll miss the next trail. Just keep moving and the land will tell you what’s left to learn.
You say the earth gives us a map—maybe it’s just a cruel reminder of how we keep losing our way.
Maybe the map’s a list of dead ends, but it’s also the list that shows you where to turn back. The earth’s just a hard teacher – it points out mistakes and then lets you figure out the next move. So take the reminder, not the punishment.
You’re right, the list is both a warning and a compass, but I still feel like I’m just tracing its marks, not really choosing where to go.