As beginners, we attempted to hike 2600M up a mountain trail. Did we make it?
My friends and I made it halfway through. Good sense told us to head back down before nightfall. Was I disappointed? Not at all, but I sure have something to attempt again next time.
What this novel experience taught me:
Be ready for sudden inspiration. Oftentimes the muse eludes you like butterflies you keep chasing across the fields. When it shows up, welcome it. Know that it’s not going to stay forever.
A mentor of mine once said, when intuition presents itself, listen to it, or it will stop reaching out to you. I don’t mean being reckless by this. I believe if you are anchored to something good, your intuitions and inspirations are meant to lead you to something good too. Be it to surprise you or protect you. Any way it will help you land on higher ground.
I am in for the journey, not the destination. The story of our life unfolds between destinations, between a starting point and an endpoint. Much of the colors are there, good and bad, we get to soak in them equally.
When I hear the words “You have arrived” I don’t really believe it. I believe we will always be moving, always arriving someplace until we’re not. So I choose to walk wherever the road leads, regardless of the season. It only ends when God says so. Even after that, who knows I might be treading down more beautiful paths.
Success by world standards meant finish lines, graduations, degrees, titles. Everybody celebrates that. But very few look at failed attempts, half-bakes, second takes, round twos, try again.
I think the value of each completed task lies in how much one has given up to achieve it. I liken it to that poor widow in the Bible who gave two coins and Jesus said she gave more than anybody else did. Those two coins were all she had.
The value of something you give lies in how much it cost you.
So if we talk about love, how much did it cost you to give?
Now, the Summit
I admire people who persevere. Most fulfilled people I know are the ones who endured difficulties for something they cared about. Be it family, a calling, a purpose, a feat, however, that person or thing meant to them.
George Mallory made several failed attempts to climb Mount Everest, that he once was quoted to say, “That mountain cannot grow any bigger, but we can”. His body was reportedly found in May 1999, after 75 years. It was believed he reached the summit but had a fall accident climbing back down.
Some might say it was a waste but I think, to George Mallory, it was all worth it. The climb was important to him. While the world is still trying to figure what happened, he may be looking down saying “it doesn’t matter”. He gave everything he had to what he cared about the most.
I don’t want to end this on a sad note, so know that not all pursuits end in tragedy! Some end in joy. That said, we’re merely interpreters of the story.
So focus on writing your own and remember to ask yourself time and again “Do I believe in this”?
That, “one thing” you can die or live for, is not up to anyone’s choice, but yours.SUNDAEWRITES