If you’ve been reading my blog for a long time, you may have noticed that I have some common traits with adrenalin junkies. I’ve climbed cranes and towers, jumped freight trains, bungie jumped, ridden a motorcycle etc.
I think that these activities, some more than others, are valuable. I remember climbing “the most dangerous trail in the world” in China and thinking hard about how I was literally one step away from death I was standing, without any safety equipment, on an eight inch wide board nailed into the side of a mountain. One step and that would be it.
In facing death so closely you gain an appreciation for life. You think about how fragile it is and how lucky you are to have it. There’s a difference, though, between appreciating those sorts of experiences and needing them.
There are enough holes in my claim to being a minimalist