Restriction, constriction, eviction of the mind when we give in to fiction, addiction, and race against time I looked at her as she took her
When I think back to my Everest trek, I rarely think of the hardships, but it is fascinating to consider all that I faced. Foot injures, nerve injuries, cramps, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, headache, exhaustion; none of it stopped me, nor does it stop most trekkers. At home, I would easily take the day off for any of these ailments, but in the mountains, a day off is not possible. The mountains mold you.
Have we really become more connected Or have we drifted further into ourselves? An ostentatious need to prove we are rich in goods and bads and
Space. We occupy it mindlessly but when we feel it, our stomachs drop. We don’t want to be alone, so we take precautions to mind
We are sacred and safe only while we resist the digital dungeon, the library of all that is known, the brain of the enigma.
He was perfectly strange, this stranger was. He was smart and elegant and courteous. He was different and complementary. We fit like jigsaw puzzle pieces.
My journey through the Himalayas has proven to me that the cookie-cutters society stuffs us into are plastic, malleable, and ultimately breakable. My shift in perspective came from the meditative experience I felt during my trek to Everest Base Camp. Now before you turn away, let me clarify that this is not a spiritual post.
The problem with the problem
is not the problem at all.