I have loved hiking ever since, especially after a heartbreaking event in my life.
I don’t understand why I didn’t like it before; perhaps it was a combination of always being exhausted from frisbee training, as well as an avoidance of doing things I thought I wasn’t good at.
Turns out, I’m actually pretty good at it.
But that’s not the point.
Hikes, especially the long ones, provide an analogy to life where it’s really not about the end, but the process. If one keeps thinking about the destination, the journey becomes dreaded. So it’s really about taking one step at a time, enjoying the journey, and eventually, we will reach a destination that is worth celebrating, regardless.
Secondly, being in nature just feels humbling. You are merely a speck of dust in the vast nature and universe. This realization is actually powerful, where all the pains and problems in our life are self-inflicted, and in the end, nothing matters.
That has led to a realization for myself where maybe living in a city is not what I yearn for. It’s a Dyson sphere where energies are trapped and inflicted back onto yourself. I, the star of my life, need a place where I can shine, and I think that belongs in nature. Maybe one day, I’ll actually realize the dream of running a farm next to a mountain, watering my crops, collecting milk from my cows, and digging truffles found by my pigs.
Lastly, the views that you worked for create long-lasting memories. If one gets things easily, such as viewing the earth from a helicopter or being carried by a pony to the top, I find these memories fade easily.
If nothing that you do sticks, if you cannot remember, then what’s the point?
