Climbing a mountain is much
like depression. You just keep going because the path is laid out in front of
you and you don't know how to get off. It does not matter how exhausted you are,
you have not gotten where you are supposed to be.
I never intended to do the
full 6-mile hike but I felt like I had to keep going till I saw "it".
The view, the feeling, the sense of wonder but it never came. My hands swollen,
arms burning from the sun, my legs shaking and the path ahead of me showed no
relief.
I turned around, momentarily feeling defeated but then a rush of calm
came over me. I started to notice the beauty and my soul surrendered. The tears
began to fall. It felt so good to stop, to turn around, to end the struggle. It
was only upon the long walk down that I realized just how far I had gone. Two
and half hour strenuous hike on a body that is damn out of shape. I should have
turned around sooner.
The answer I was searching for is to find a way to turn
around, to find ease, to notice, to remove a destination. Thank you, dear
mountain. I am in aww of the ways the Universe cares for us when we listen.
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