Some are forced into taking long shots, for their very survival. Take this juvenile American Golden-Plover, for instance. A first record in our county says this guy is a little lost here. But he's hung out in a field for several days. Will he get to his wintering ground? A long shot, certainly, but he has no choice. Northern Canada to southern South America (map) is a long ways.
So what's the charge, the rush, the goodness, in taking a long shot when you don't need to? For me,
- I learn more about what truly matters to me when I'm willing to invest a big chunk of time I really don't have.
- I stretch my learning, by clearly defining my beliefs and passions, and putting them into words that are understandable to others.
- I get to experience caring deeply about something, and then have to let go of it all. And I'm still standing at the end. It's kind of a character building thing.
- Of course if any of the long shots comes to pass, the resultant joy is pretty tough to top.