One of my friends asked me that question while we were chitchatting the other night at the gym. For someone who is not in the mood to tell a long story or to give a long answer, three words would suffice. This was my response to him: “I love nature.”
Of course, there’s more to those three words than he could dig. The chance to draw the story out has come.
So, why do I love mountain climbing?
First, I love mincing the awe-inspiring views at the summit: clouds, feathered creatures showing off their flying prowess, and aerial view of the low-lying hills. These are only some of what you can photograph atop. There is no other way to experience this exquisite feeling of amazement when you see the world at a higher level–literally and figuratively–than to hike for it.
“Leave your life each day as if you would climb a mountain. An occasional glance towards the summit keeps the goal in mind, but many beautiful scenes are to be observed from each new vantage point” (Anonymous).
Second, it gives me a clear answer on how far my stamina can go. I have been frequenting the sweatshop for quite some time now but I never had the chance to calibrate it through sport until I came across hiking. Doing it fuels me more to maintain my weight and shape (“When the Passive Health Buff is Provoked, the Blabbermouth Squeals“).
Third, the kind of freedom it gives you just adds to top reasons. I can eat whatever and whenever without feeling chagrined knowing that I am burning them anyway. The opportunity to dance along with the long legs of the clock is also something else. I can explore at my own pace without any particular schedule, no lesson plans, no phones, no worries, just a hungry for perspiration spirit on the loose.
“I am old enough to know that victory is often a thing deferred, and rarely at the summit of courage … What is at the summit of courage, I think, is freedom. The freedom that comes with the knowledge that no earthly think can break you” (Bhagavad Gita Quotes).
Fourth, would be the adventure. I savor the challenge of summiting using these two lower limbs with their terminal parts. Our feet are the real adventurers (“The Real Adventurers“) because they are the ones who, technically, have the power to take us to the summit. That is the reason why I used them as the image of my blog once upon a time. Every step, every cut, every mosquito bite, every inquietude along the way is delicious. I was never bothered about having to eat the discomforts that backpacking offers but dithyrambic.
“By reading Huckleberry Finn I felt I was able to justify my act of going into the mountain forest at night and sleeping among the trees with a sense of security which I could never find indoors” (Kenzaburo Oe).
Fifth, it gives me the appetite to know what is inside and what is at the peak of the other mountains. Contrary to popular belief, what is inside one mountain is different from another. They are unique like us. Do not look at the obvious; instead, look beyond to agree with me. Refer to their shapes, sizes, heights, etc., and you will sure agree with me.
Sixth, it brings me closer to the Aura up in the sky. The more I see creatures from the plant and animal kingdom, the more I understand life; the more I acknowledge the fact that I am just a dot in the universe. To spark among the quattuordecillion dots in the Milky Way means interacting with His creations even with vermin. I appreciate and respect the trees, the flowers, the grasses, the decaying plants and animals, and most of all, the nourishing air of the mountains. The latter speaks of how I feed my soul. The two most important things I do at the summit are to commune with nature, Him, and charge my lungs with the air element–the universal power of pure substance according to traditional cultures.
“A mountain is composed of tiny grains of earth. The ocean is made up of tiny drops of water. Even so, life is but an endless series of little details, actions, speeches, and thoughts. And the consequences whether good or bad of even the least of them are far-reaching” (Sivananda).
Finally, I backpack to share the experiences and life lessons with you people, especially those who are close to my heart. We never know whom we can inspire. Sharing this piece of me is equivalent to sharing what I have and I believe I am growing because of these experiences as well as in sharing them.
“I am here for a purpose and that purpose is to grow into a mountain, not to shrink to a grain of sand. Henceforth will I apply ALL my efforts to become the highest mountain of all and I will strain my potential until it cries for mercy” (Og Mandino).
I am taking my hat off to the woman who has been cheering me on this endeavor, my family, my friends, and to my hiking buddies and masters. LIFE IS CONSTANTLY ACCELERATING BECAUSE OF YOU.
“My wife and I tried to breakfast together, but we had to stop or our marriage would have been wrecked” (Anonymous).
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