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I firmly believe that a lot of life is let up to fate. After my institutionalization, after trying to cut my wrists open like cooked sausages ready to burst with their oil, after treating everybody so poorly... What would happen? Would I get a 9-5 job like everybody else in this country, or would I make an impact?
Let's start again.
My name is Freddie Rhett Baptiste, I’m 21-years-old, I’m an award-winning filmmaker, author and photographer, and I decided to start walking.
I always thought that we lived just for our time to run out. My glass was half empty, and so was my heart. I had nothing I had ever loved besides my family, of course. I think it took the death of my Granddaddy that made me really begin to think about everything in my life. The bigger picture is not me, nor you, nor all of us combined. Whether we’re standing at the summit of Mount Everest or at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, one thing is real: we are very small.
Why would I want to “live” the rest of my life when I could actually be living it out there?
I won’t deny, I was an awkward kid. I was always quiet and to myself, and I don’t do well with social cues. I’m still clumsy on my feet and I’m extremely accident-prone. Will this ever stop me? I don’t know. Will I ever stop? I dunno, can’t tell.
“Are you crazy?” There are some screws loose, for sure, but even if they’re loose, they’re still hanging on.
I want to do this to see everything that the others who don’t get it never get to see in their lives. I want to experience the world and show that more is out there, and that is my goal in documenting my time on my hikes.
So, I guess you can just call me Rhett. Or Freddie. Whichever.
No home, no love, no hope.
The world is my therapy.
Let’s explore, with no boundaries.
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