Life’s full of summits. Temporary achievements at best. Distractions. Drugs that feel great at first, but ultimately leave us hollow and looking for our next fix. Our next big thing to climb.
But mountaintops don’t make happiness. Not for long anyway. Like everything else, once we’ve traveled wherever it is we wanted to go, that familiar itch starts again. Is this really it, we ask. Is this really what complete feels like?
Complete is a con. It’s exactly that deception that leaves us wrecked, wondering why we can have what we always wanted and still be unhappy.
It’s during the climb we’re our best, not marveling at the top. When we try to preserve the summit for longer than we’re due, we pervert the process. We make it about the destination, not the journey. It’s the getting there that matters. Then it’s getting somewhere else that matters more. An endless expanse of sky scrapping achievements â€” embracing the lows along with the highs, one after the next â€” is our only way to survive. Our one and only purpose is in the doing, not the celebration of it.
The trick is learning how to deal with the climb between the high points. The piercing lows. The chill darkness at the base. Noticing you’ve taken the wrong route and turning back. The knowledge that you picked this path of temporary misery for the possibility of momentary bliss.
Feelings fade no matter how grand. Tomorrow simply can’t hold today’s wonder as brightly as we’d hope. Accept it and start again. The best you will ever be isn’t who you are at the summit, it’s who you are during the climb.
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