Same skin track, different day. I’m all alone this time. Step. Step. Step.
A few more tracks. Still plenty of untracked. Move. Keep going.
All the way to the summit this time. The legs are still sore from Saturday. Shut up, legs.
Turns. Beautiful turns.
Big, wide open, hard charging, bottomless turns. Right down the center of Middle Hardscrabble. Bewildering.
And then more bottomless turns on Zoomer. And again. Zoom Zoom.
Amazing.
knowing how to endure is wisdom
not knowing is to suffer in vain
-lao-tzu (trans. red pine)
Memories trick us into believing that we are Ships of Theseus — that our essence is unchangeable. But memories are fallible, created by emotion. Memories are often false. They are visions of how we wished events happened rather than what actually happened. We are constantly changing, waking up slightly different than the day before. Our brains unconsciously clear themselves of excess baggage, enacting self defense mechanisms to shield our fragile egos.
I woke one day and realized that I wasn’t the same as I used to be. What happened to the unending passion and drive? The wants, needs, and desires were still there but not the energy nor will. What happens when you overcome all of the obstacles that you sought out? What happens when the only obstacle remaining is yourself, but that challenge turns into an utter failure?
What happens is you get over yourself. Things will never be as they once were. I am a Ship of Theseus that has been slowly dismantled and rebuilt piece by piece until nothing remains of my past drives. Understanding that fact and accepting that fact — internalizing that fact — are two very different things.
Enduring is action. Action is movement. The old drives and will have failed. Keep moving. It doesn’t matter if there is no goal or objective or passion or will. It doesn’t matter that it doesn’t feel like it used to. It never was going to and it never will. Not for me. Not for anyone.
Movement begets movement. Keep moving. You don’t need a reason. You don’t need motivation. You don’t need passion.
Just move. Just endure.
a giant tree grows from the tiniest shoot
a great tower rises from a basket of dirt
a thousand-mile journey begins at your feet
-lao-tzu (trans. red pine)
Most people think the hardest part of a journey is the first step. It’s not. The hardest part of a journey is every additional step after the first one. People take first steps on intended journeys all the time. It is easy to take a first step when you are inspired or motivated. Sustaining that inspiration or motivation is the challenge. Seeing intentions through, resolving a step from an act into a habit, is the hardest part. First steps are trite (and not accurately quoted from the source material).
This outing began much like the last. Uninspired. I was tired from twelve hour work days and six day work weeks. But then, I saw pictures from other people on their own journeys, dealing with their own challenges. I’ve been down on internet stoke for quite a while. I don’t even like the word. Stoke. Who needs pictures to get excited to go skiing? I do, now, I guess. Or, at least, it temporarily tripped me out of my slumber, altering my gait.
Lately, I am connecting with ski touring in a different way. There is something about that sound, that cadence…
Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step.
etc.
