What We Lose When We Stop Going Outside For No Reason
A few months ago, I had the pleasure of traveling to Costa Rica to teach a module for a study abroad program. We hiked to spectacular places, practiced scientific methods in the field, and studied an ecosystem whose complexity was immediately visible but never fully graspable. For a brief period, our attention was almost entirely devoted to understanding and preserving the natural world around us.
It was a good trip with a clear purpose. We went into nature to learn about it scientifically. We taught students methods for studying and preserving places many of us would describe as pristine, beautiful, and worth protecting.
Scientists like me “go into nature” for these kinds of reasons fairly often. Our reasons are usually practical and intentional. It is, in a literal sense, part of the job. But this habit of needing a reason to go outside is not limited to field scientists. I do not think most people have stopped going outside. We still go outside constantly, but usually for a purpose. We mow, walk the dog, exercise, get the mail, take out the trash, supervise children, fix something, or move from one indoor place to another. Even when we seek out nature more intentionally, we often do it with a plan: a trail, a park, a campsite, a photograph, or even a measurable improvement in our physical or mental health. Sometimes the reason is simply to appear “outdoorsy.”
There is nothing wrong with going outside for a reason. In fact, it is good. When people plan to spend time outdoors, they are usually doing so because they see value in it. And when we value nature, we are more inclined to preserve it. We tend to protect what we have learned to love.
But this raises a strange question: can anyone really go outside for “no reason”?
In one sense, no. It is hard to argue that anything we do has no cause, motive, or desire behind it. So, when I say we should go outside for “no reason,” I do not mean that we should act without any reason at all. I mean that we should sometimes go outside without an agenda. Not to exercise, not to gather data, not to take a picture, not to finish chores, not to become healthier, not to make ourselves more interesting, and not to turn the outdoors into another project. I mean, going outside for no reason other than the simple fact that, for a little while, we would rather be outside than inside.
When we go outside for a reason, we still receive many benefits of being outdoors. The air may still feel good. The sunlight may still improve our mood. The work may still need doing. The hike may still be beautiful. The lesson may still be valuable. But we may also lose something important if every encounter with nature has to justify itself. We may begin to imagine that the world outside exists mainly as scenery, recreation, raw material, or therapy.
It does not.
Nature does not exist merely for our enjoyment, and certainly not for our plunder. We are not spectators standing outside of it, occasionally entering when it suits us. We are part of it. We live within it, depend upon it, and are bound by it. There is tremendous value in going outside for “no reason” because this kind of purposeless attention may be one way we recover our sense of dependence and belonging.
This kind of attention does not require a plane ticket, a trail map, or a dramatic view. It may look like sitting on the porch at dusk, standing in the yard after rain, or noticing the toads running around in the yard and meeting that with genuine curiosity. These are not spectacular encounters with nature, but they are still real ones.
Perhaps that is the point. If we only go outside when nature is beautiful, useful, educational, or impressive, we may forget that the living world is not somewhere else. It is not waiting for us in a rainforest or a national park. It is pressing against the windows, growing through the fence line, gathering in the ditch after rain, and breathing around us whether we notice it or not.
The world outside does not need to be spectacular to be worth our attention.