Would you be an explorer?
When I go to a place that is hemmed in by some natural feature, such as on the bank of a major river, on the coast or in a valley ringed by high mountains, I often wonder, if I had lived in the time before roads and railways, power boats and engineered bridges, in the days when all travel was on foot or horseback, would I have been one of those brave souls who struck out into the great unknown? Would I have scaled those mountains to see what was the other side, or would I have spent my whole life scraping a living from the same valley where my ancestors lived and never known what was over the ridge? Would I have sailed into the open ocean to look for other, perhaps more comfortable, islands, or would I have scratched a living from the same storm-scoured beaches and not given a thought to what was over the horizon?
I really don’t know the answer to that question although I have often asked myself. I do like a feeling of adventure but at the same time I don’t like to take huge risks. I guess the choice would have depended on how risky the alternatives seemed and how good or bad would be the life I left behind. What do you think you would have done?
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