Mountains should be climbed with as little effort as possible and without desire. The reality of your own nature should determine the speed. If you become restless, speed up. If you become winded, slow down. You climb the mountain in an equilibrium between restlessness and exhaustion. Then, when you're no longer thinking ahead, each footstep isn't just a means to an end but a unique event in itself. This leaf has jagged edges. This rock looks loose. From this place the snow is less visible, though even closer. These are things you should notice anyway. To live only for some future goal is shallow. It's the sides of the mountain which sustain life, not the top. Here's where things grow.
Along the trail of the Routeburn Track last February
3 comments:
I like mountains. This passage is so true. I think mom would like it as inspiration for her hiking. :)
P.S. I am still waiting for you to respond to my comment on your last post.
So I really liked this post, and I thought you wrote it:( but then I saw the title at the top, very deceptive Mr. Reed. haha
Ha Not deceptive, his name was the first thing I wrote! But it should still make you happy that someone somewhere wrote it so we could have it and enjoy it, the fact that is wasn't me isn't important.
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