The post is a poetic reminder that we have been âsnuck upâ by the way we spend our daysâwaiting for Wednesday so the weekend arrives sooner, treating Monday as a simple cure that actually steals time from us. The narrator describes how this rush through life can feel like being plucked from chaos into silence only to be returned to it again, and then delivers a message from an âelder selfâ to the younger one: love each day and donât let time pass you by. In a sort of exhortation, the elder self orders the reader to buy a backpack and tent, head out on the Appalachian Trail, and learn through walking that lifeâs true inheritance is found in living deliberately rather than simply passing time.






















