“Is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves”
Don’t get me wrong, I love buying a dress or as a matter of fact, just any nice thing that provides you with an instant good feeling just as the next woman out there and for many years, I have done just that. Shopping is addictive and honestly completely unnecessary most of the times. I have however find out that takes bravery to accept that, tends to be easier to remain in the bubble of what society dictates you should do that getting out of it.
I say the hell with that, for most of us the world is not a beauty competition and this is why I choose to climb a mountain and therefore, to have one dress and many other useless items less. I spend my money in creating memories that are worth to look back at. Life is all about choices.
We spend years of our lives trying to figure out how to feel more complete, how to make our lives more relevant, how to enrich ourselves; basically we want to win a seat in paradise while sipping cocktails down here.
Like any good city girl, I have walked the streets of London with a take away coffee while trying to remember why in the name of God I thought wearing high wheels to run errand around the city was a good idea. Was I in some sort of talent competition?
Think about it, girls; if it doesn’t feel like you then just don’t do it, there are ways in life to feel really complete and you may be surprise to read that many of them don’t involve bars, after work drinks, flirting next to the photocopy machine or buying the latest smart phone on the market. If my example is anything to go by, here is what it did it for me and is pretty simple; it’s called travelling or in really simple terms; getting the hell out there.
I can’t say much about travelling that you have not read somewhere else but I can positively tell you that I will tell you something that you have not read before; I am going to take you through the memories of the most delightful discovery of human strength that there is and that only happens when you climb a mountain (but a really tough one!)
Oh yes, it is that intense!
Saving the details of how I got to the feet of Kilimanjaro (I mean saving it for another post, of course!) I want to take you through my last five hours journey until I reached the roof of Africa. In my mind, even possibly the top of the world or that it is what it seemed to me at that precise moment in time.
The experts say that once at base camp you must sleep before you start your ascend around midnight. I say these so called experts know nothing. How can you silent your excitement by closing your eyes when some of the most vital hours of your life lie ahead of you? How can you give rest to your heart that aches with emotion? And the moment arrives and your heart beats so strongly that you think it can be heart at the summit. The silence evolves everything giving the moment the solemnity it deserves.
There it is; the mountain and you. Does not matter that there are other hikers, mountaineers, guides around you; that moment is so private and so bloody special and scary that for all you know, there is only you against the mountain.
You start walking towards it but you don’t walk alone; you walk with your dreams, with your strengths, with your fears, with your emotions and ultimately, you walk because you have always known that life is much more that what you have left behind.
Every step makes you weaker but also humble and there and then, starts a journey that it is not only physical but is a journey that takes you through feelings that are so deep and intimate that sharing them would not be possible as some moments are not lived to be explained just experienced.
Fear the mountain not; because the pain, the tiredness, the altitude, the exhaustion are defining the person you will be from now on. There is no way back, this is the first day of your new life.
And when you think that the milky way will never will never leave the night to go, a bright light of hope start raising from behind the mountains and as the sun raises, so does your spirit.
You are a wonderful human being, you feel have reached the top of the world and I guarantee you that nothing will ever be the same again. From up there and a long night of intense struggle, you can contemplate how minuscule you are in the world and how very little important possessions are when are standing on the top of a mountain.
The struggle has been real and also real is how memories are worth infinitely much more than one or thousand dresses. I can’t remember things I owned less than two years ago but this moment will remember it until the day I die.