Frozen lakeside

I just stood on a frozen lake that's been covered by snow, and stared out and out and out.
That was freedom.
I felt like I could just run and run and run.
Beautiful.

I went to my housemate's cottage yesterday. And wow.
Because the water was still decently frozen, the water level was significantly lower.
You could look at the docks, and notice that the ice was several meter below it.

And ice-fishing may not be as exciting as I expected.
All we did was drill a hole in the ice, set up the hooks and wait till the fish bite.
The attachment of the minnow (as bait) was pretty cool. By hooking it right, the fish would stay alive for a very long time.
We set up the holes at 5:00pm, and by 11:30am the next day, the hooked fish was still alive!

Playing tackle football was.... fun.
A group of active small frosh, against several 200+ fourth years.
(I'm not describing the teams perfectly, but that was the gist of it.)
Seriously, one guy plowed through half our team. Crazy.
But it was definitely fun as everybody was being wary enough to not hurt each other too much.
And nothing could be done to prevent me from tripping over that uneven piece of ice, and winding myself from the fall.

And having another with Daniel....
I'm just seeing myself in a position where I can do so much more.
And I want to push myself to be more useful.
I want to be intentional with my actions.

But what does that look like?
Invoking intentions that I know are useful, yet unnatural to myself?
Can that still be called genuine?
It's genuine goodness, but it's not what I would do naturally.