I guess that describes me. back on a trip from New Zealand. Does being at a different place with different people make you a different person? Primary purpose of the trip was just to let me know more about myself. like how i hate mountains and seas. but prefer plains instead. how i hate how nature put us in our rightful position, how small we are. but then again, aren't we always conquering those? maybe i just feel restricted sometimes i just wonder why do i do the things i do. ego? bragging rights? stupidity? bored? this is just one of the question i kept asking myself during the hikes and treks. tired and hungry, why can't i just give up making it to the summit and go home. why am i so stubborn. or stupid.