I have just read your posts tussock, mulled and chewed it over. And have come to the conclusion that you are unequivocally correct. There have been times in the fair long past where I have suffered anxiety and mild depression. It took the death of a close mate for me to realise that I could not continue along the path I was on.
With a bit of courage I then pushed myself to gain my firearms licence as it is a qualification of character, and to get my arse out into the wilds and get over myself. I then started to realise about the way people live in fear and decided not to be like that anymore. I now live for the tussock hills. I now understand better about self reliance, without fear and judgement from others that have no bearing on my life. Nzers are slowly losing their identity as can do people. I'm not. I feel a lot stronger for being out there in the weather and dirt , bluffs, solitude and learningto like who i am becoming. It isn't an overnight thing, for me its a life lesson on being and liking myself. I wouldn't live in a city for quids now.
I think the points you make are very valid and important.
Bookmarks