Sunday mornings last spring, while you were brunching or sleeping, i climbed a few mountains. if the temperature ever drops i’ll do it again, because the experience was one gigantic, prolonged metaphor for life. both the following lessons are so obvious they bear repeating and explanation.
first lesson: follow the signs. not in the compassionate, lovey, new age way you expected from me.
i mean, stand in front of the sign and go where it fucking points.
do not over think.
do not rationalize.
do not make excuses.
the sign has no inner life. what you see is what you get. accept, and move along.
sometimes branches have grown around it or a mudslide smashed it into the ground and you’re left taking what’s probably the right trail. the path it’s essentially pointing to. the least wrong option.
or you rely on fellow hikers to show you where to go next.
eventually, you follow your gut and you’re descending. walking downhill never felt so good. maybe you can even see your car roasting in the parking lot. the end is nigh. i’m done and can relax, you think.
then there’s a sudden incline. what now?
when it happened to me, i was miffed and thought, time out, Mother Nature. this is supposed to be the calm part. a gradual descent back to civilization, not some arduous climb. i already did that, remember?
and then it hit me, even stuff—jobs, home repairs, fitness classes—we think will be “easy” has uphill sections. it doesn’t mean you made the wrong decision. it just means that’s how life is right now.
while you’re moving with ease in the big picture there can still be blips of struggle.
simple overall can have complex moments.
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