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.
The beautiful brown of the brush below the tree The tree whose leaves were once upon green Lies bare yet wears layers of wisdom Gifted
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 soft Himalayan oaks stand in remembrance of the steaming summer sun in the chill of winter’s first frost Just as he stands, bathing in