For the longest time, I was in the wilderness of mountains, and all I could think of was hiking and making food and then sleeping. I did want to be a good sport, I wanted to be a good farmer, I wanted to be a shepherd, but nothing else mattered to me. Nothing was in my life other than God, the wilderness, and the knowledge that I had a purpose for. I eventually gave up the idea of being a writer. If anything, my greatest regret was not being a writer. I just really needed God more than anything. I wish I could make more of an impact on the lives of other people, but I can’t do this. I don’t know how to be more like the great outdoorsman. Even though I am a very good cook, I have a hard time putting a dent in the forest. The forest really does make a lot of sense to me, but even then, I don’t think it’s for me. I have done this trail before, and I really feel like it’s not for me. My wife and kids have been good, I have been good at farming, I have been good at hunting, and I’m still good at cooking.