Following my extensive exploration of freedom in the forest, I found myself drawn to a new, unexpected terrain—the vast and unforgiving deserts of Argentina. It was an inclination I did not initially understand or even accept. My conviction had always centered on the forest as the conduit for my connection to nature, for my sense of peace, and the catalyst for confronting my fears. The desert, with its seemingly barren landscape, stark openness, and harsh climate, seemed the antithesis of what I had sought in the lush green woods.
Memoir 2 Fear of or from something, e.g., losing something had been accompanying me for a while, it prevented me from getting new perspectives, disallowed me to grow and take risks; but also kept me in my comfort zone, allowed for becoming more confident in my intentions for future, and protected me from getting hurt….