Everest and Netflix

The slow climb.

A lone mountaineer is nearing the summit. His eyes are surrounded by frosty white, and pure air. The windswept clouds mirror his icy breath being dragged along the horizon.

Deep within his chest, he feels his heart thump against his ribs. A lethal combination of excitement and exhaustion battle within his soul.

This mountain will be the pinnacle of his life. The only time he will ever be this high in his life again, is when he flies home. With every step placed in front of the other, he moves closer. Every step becomes harder and harder with more challenges arising every minute.

He is isolated on this mountain. His friends left him at the base. Without companions, his mind echoes whatever he thinks. It is a strange reflective conversation to an audience of one.

The past has a funny way of making you feel regretful for the opportunities squandered or loves lost.

Regret can be paralyzing, or it can drive you forward. A solemn pledge to never make the same mistake twice. Every time he strikes his crampons down into the ice he pushes himself forward.

His right-hand grasps the head of an ice axe, as his feet makes strides, he stabs the handle down propelling himself forward.

Looking up towards the peak makes the trudge even harder. The perceived distance intensifies the effort. Words of self-doubt about the climber’s abilities seep into his mind.

One foot in front of the other.

Crunch, crunch.

The sound of the weather-beaten snow underneath his boots.

It just got colder.

The climber knows this because each gasp fills his lungs with frigid air.

A gap between his gloves and his jacket expose his bare wrist to the inhospitable world around him. A million needles stab at the flesh. He writhes in pain as he repairs the garments protecting him.

The snow wasn’t as hard as he imagined it when he fell upon it. He laid upon his right shoulder looking down at the sunlit green valley below. He knew he had the strength to make it down the mountain.

He also knew that he wouldn’t let himself taste the bitter flavor of defeat. He slammed his right fist into the ground and pushed himself up.

When his feet were back under him, he stood up straight and looked towards the top. He pushed forward one foot in front of the other.

The preceding story is a fictional depiction of the resilience and courage it takes to do anything challenging. No one knows your struggles except you. You have more strength than you know.

You walk the path alone, and only you can keep on going. No one else is going to guide you through your journey. We all have mountains to climb. Some are bigger than others. Of course, the easiest way is down a hill, but we’ve been there our entire lives. What is the view from the top look like?

When you reach the summit, you become a member of an exclusive club of people who endured and survived.

Rise to the challenge.

This is the first time in my daily writing that I took a break in the middle of it.

I broke concentration and socialized.

The thing that has been on my mind is the drudgery of a daily ritual. Much like the mountaineer, I look up and see the place I want to go. Each day is a step up the mountain, and each step can get increasingly more challenging.

We can hear people shouting from the base “Stop you are going to hurt yourself!”
From their position of safety, they’ve lived their prescribed lives, then wonder where the time went.

Thus realizes the importance of goal setting. I have now written thirty days consecutively.

That month of writing was metaphorically the first peak. I reached it and asked myself how much further can I go? Now as day 33 comes to a close I feel like I am half way up another steep incline. I could quit, but what will happen when day sixty happens?

Stay tuned and find out.

This is a day that I continued up the mountain, acknowledge my victories and defeats and try not to make the same mistakes.

Everyone loves a comeback story, but don’t fall and keep going.

Undefeated has a ring to it.

Much like consecutive.

Good things happen to those who hustle.

You could be one of those people who doesn’t contribute to the statistics of hours of Netflix watched per minute. (My math might be wrong, but according to http://expandedramblings.com/index.php/netflix_statistics-facts/ April 18th, 2017. Netflix Users spent 100 million hours per day. Which means if we divide that number by 24= 4,166,666.6 now divide four million and one hundred and sixty six thousand, and six hundred and sixty six by 60 and you get 694,444.444 minutes of Netflix watched per minute on a global scale. Holy Fuck!)

“If you find yourself in the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.” -Mark Twain.

and As Always,

Hang Tough,

Be Bold,

Live Creatively.


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