There’s a piece of wisdom I’ve often heard, though I’ve never traced its origin:
In life, we’re all just hiking up the mountain. You can complain about how your feet are sore, or you can sing all the way up. Your choice.
I’m no champion of relentless positivity. I maintain that, for people whose brains are wired like mine, mantras and affirmations bring on more depression than inspiration. I don’t wear rose-coloured glasses well, and even my most indulgent friends remind me to watch my pessimistic streak.
Yet, the idea of life as a long, mandatory hike appeals to me. Some will have an easier time than others. Some will find the path to be wide and accommodating, designed for their every need and wish. Others, especially those who represent at least one minority, will find the hike more arduous. Perhaps the path is narrow and winding. Perhaps your equipment is in rough shape, and you don’t have the means to upgrade. Perhaps your way is obstructed by treacherous pebbles that will send you tumbling if you’re not careful. Perhaps it’s littered with concerned strangers telling you to turn back, choose a less ambitious path, or adjust your pace to a speed they consider more appropriate.
Whatever your mountain looks like, whichever obstacles you might encounter, only you can decide how best to climb it. You can take advantage of the wide, welcoming paths, never sparing a thought for those on more dangerous journeys. You might decide to stray from your comfortable stroll to shift a boulder or clear a trail for someone else. If, like me, your hike is rocky and unpredictable, you may want to contribute to a large-scale effort to make the hike safer and more equitable for everyone who is stuck on this mountain with you. (This mountain is yours. There is no right way–only your way.)
There is another choice to make, and as I experience one of the most trying periods of my life, I’m thinking more often than usual about this mountain of mine. There have been times—and I’m sure there will be more—when climbing felt natural and simple. Boulders were moved from my path by forces much stronger than me. Fellow hikers let me lean on their broad shoulders. The map was clear. I knew where I was going and how I’d get there.
At this moment, my landscape is much more uncertain, and I am tired. My feet are sore. My canteen is nearly empty, and my fellow hikers carry burdens even heavier than my own. I can’t hear myself think for the struggles around me, and my desire to broaden the path for others is tinged with despair at my own sad smallness.
But as I write this, as I contemplate a path that has never seemed less welcoming, I know that it’s time I started singing again.
My song might falter while I cling to jagged places. Tears and frustration might dampen its beauty. Sometimes, I’ll be making up the lyrics, or humming nonsensically, because damn it if I haven’t forgotten all the words.
But I don’t know of any other way to keep climbing.
So I’m gonna sing my way up this mountain. It won’t be pretty, but it will sustain me. It will have to do, because turning back? Giving up? Slowing my step to suit someone else’s comfort? These aren’t options—not for me.
Yes, we can still complain that our feet are sore, that we are tired, that we can’t read our maps. These admissions are valid and necessary. We will need to pause, rest, drink some water, lean on the nearest shoulder.
But whenever we can, wherever we can, let’s not forget to sing.
That was beautifully written, and such an important message to keep in mind as well! Thank you for sharing, and I’m sending you lots of positive thoughts, I hope your path gets a bit easier soon, although I’m sure you can handle whatever the mountain throws at you 🙂 (Also sorry for the previous comment, don’t know what happened there)
Thank you so much, especially for the positive vibes! Every kindness helps. 💛
Thank you for writing this. I’m sorry your path is challenging and uncertain right now. You have helped me more than you know reading this this morning. Thank you.
Thank you. I hoped I would be able to help at least one person with this post, even if the main reason I wrote it was actually for myself. 🙂
You definitely helped me this morning. Thank you again. I hope your struggles abate and you are able to keep singing up your mountain. Take care.
I wish the same for you.
it was when I was at the funeral for a friend who died 3 weeks ago this analogy was spoken of last week and in fact, it’s kind of fitting that this post and the one before it were posted when they were the analogy was used to describe this friend’s mental struggles and that she never asked “why me” she did her best and that she had a big heart despite everything so now you have somewhat of an answer to why I’ve been so criptic