Alaska is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen. It has landscapes that literally leave me breathless. From the majesty of a soaring eagle or the power displayed when the glaciers calve, this is a place that is full of adventure and wonder. Its overwhelming and awesome. Everything about it encompasses you and you give in to the sheer delight of this wilderness.
As beautiful as this place it, it can be sly and deceptive. The same glaciers that enthrall could very well kill. The mountains that paint the horizon with points of inspiration can very well be someone’s path to destruction. It’s a beautiful place, but its also a terrible place.
How is it that something so beautiful can be so destructive? That living amidst the wonder and majesty can come at such high a price? That living in a place that oozes with life and zest could very well be the catalyst for your untimely death?
Things of such beauty and power are always a gamble. You never know whether it will end up in exhilaration or terror. You never know when you choose to enter and interact with a place like this whether you will come out triumphant or broken. It could be oh so good, but it could also go so wrong.
Love is the Alaska of the heart. You never know when you choose to love people whether it will end up beautiful or terrible. You never know whether you will come out the other end whole or in half. You never know whether love will be a live giving event or a life taking event. Love is a gamble. It can be majestic as the mountains, as calm as the coast line, and as enduring as the horizon. However, it could also be terrible as the brutal Alaskan winters or as cruel as one of natures creatures in the middle of winter.
It can leave you feeling amazed and enthralled, or it can leave you feeling beaten and alone.
It it, and always will be, both beautiful and terrible. Love is a gamble. Love is a wilderness. But you always come out the other side changed. And wiser. Which just might be the point of it all anyway.
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