Motivation is BS. It's all about your routine.
Aisa kahan se laoon ke tujh sa kahein jisay.
Human beings are so futile in front of nature. Nature is so magestic and we are mere mortals. It will live on with us, despite us, without us. That is all. -may 28, 12 pm. After a 7 mile hike to glacier basin.
When I'm in mountains, I don't miss home. Normally, when I go on a trip, I miss home after the second night. When I'm in mountains, I feel peace. This is where I belong, where I'm meant to be. This is home. The peace and quiet away from the loud cities. Your troubles too menial for a mountain. It takes life, it gives life. You are helpless in its angry storms, you find sustenance in its flowing rivers when the snow melts. This is life and all that it encompasses. That's all.
I belong in mountains. They brought me to tears. It was the lack of oxygen on a fast elevation but it feels like a weight off my shoulders. I haven't cried in a long long time. But when you're breathing, trying to fight for your life, you get human emotion in its most raw form. No pretenses, no barriers. Just you and nature and your emotions. What will you hide? What is left to hide when your body is struggling to breathe? Humbling experience. Working out in the gym means nothing when you don't have enough oxygen to breathe. You can get stronger but you cannot produce oxygen your body needs if there isn't enough.
Hitting PRs in a perfect environment is one thing, climbing up a mountain on a 30% incline for 3 miles is a whole different ball game.
Inaction is action against the victims. As simple as that.
It doesn't matter how much I love a place, no place is Houston. Houston is home because Houston is where my family is.
None of them are you. It's not to say no one will ever be you, or better. But a year later, and no one is you. Being in love is a gift. Loving you was an honor. Being out of love and learning to live with that is the biggest lesson.
