He’s staring up at this huge mountain, thinking he’s going to outsmart the rain and just cruise to the top. Classic Andy. He’s got a knack for dodging hard work and skating by. Not obscure but obscured by the past, he is a flincher of the last stand. Somebody who feels he had let everybody down. That bothers him, that buggers him and that bug forces him to enquire things into his mind. But this time, he’s convinced he’s got it all figured out.
Think, just think!
For ages, Andy’s been kind of haunted. Not by ghosts or anything, but by his own life. It’s like he’s been living in the fast lane, but not really living, you know? So he picks this mountain and decides it’s time for a showdown, time to beat the rain, the mountain, and all those pesky demons in his head. This is not just driving the conquest forward, its more than that. To him, the prevailing concern and worry is the juxtaposition between a lighter life and an intense repproach. The latter has chased him all his life. He doesn’t know how he situates himself into a newer narrative. He is prone to exaggerate the upper hand, intuitive difference between shit and congruancy. What does he choose!
Think harder!
He starts climbing, and sure enough, here comes the rain. But Andy? He’s not bothered. He’s on a mission. He thinks he can beat it all – the weather, the mountain, himself. But as the rain gets heavier, Andy starts to second guess himself. He’s wet, he’s tired, and those demons? They’re not quieting down.They become louder, but louder with a twist and arranged discomfort. Cyst-like nodes of disturbing thoughts occupy the tubes of his nerve-tubes. He resigns the thought of utter triumph and prolongs the fear of stopping doing what he’s doing.
So there he is, mid-mountain, in a downpour, having a bit of a crisis. He could turn back, but that’s not Andy’s style. Instead, he pushes through. He decides it’s time to face it all – the rain, the doubts, the past.
As he climbs higher, the storm gets wilder. The precipice from the side road which leaps deep into the canyon, an andless pit of misery that he doesn’t want to look at, he ocassionally peers over but is adamant to continue his prodding upwards. And that’s when it hits him. He’s been chasing the wrong things. He’s been so caught up in bills, work, and what everyone else thinks, that he forgot to live. He forgot about the journey, about finding himself.
Right there, in the middle of the storm, Andy has this revelation. He’s been his own worst enemy. He’s been holding himself back. So, he decides to let it all go – the past, the doubts, the need to be someone he’s not. He decides to just be Andy.
And somehow, he makes it to the top. He’s soaked, but he’s happy. He beat the mountain, but more importantly, he beat his own doubts. He found peace and realized life is about more than the daily grind.
Stop thinking. Feel, just feel!
Standing there, victorious, Andy’s mind starts to wander. He thinks about ostriches (yeah, ostriches) and wonders if they’re like messengers from another world. He’s got this wild idea that they know something we don’t, that they’ve got secrets to surviving and thriving.
Feel harder!
And just like that, Andy realizes life is full of mysteries. Why would ostriches endure some kind of serious thought. The paradigm is harsher if he thinks deeper about it, but solely amidst all the foresight, the miopia of waking up in the middle of the day and troving through some crappy endeavour, he sets sail in his mind and doesn’t falter easy. He sees that there’s more to his story than the mundane. He’s found a deeper sense of self, a curiosity for the unknown, and a desire to live authentically.
He heads back down the mountain, pretending to be a new man, new thoughts, new persepctive. He’s learned that happiness comes from within, that facing your fears is freeing, and that life is a grand, mysterious adventure.
Die, feeling harder and thinking less!
Andy’s journey didn’t end at the mountain. It was just the beginning. He found his purpose, he found peace, and he found a love for the mysteries of life. And with that, he was ready to live, he thought – really live – for the first time.
The next day thought, its just another day for another round of endeavour. This time the next steps are much harder, much more brutal, much more unfair, stupdily unfair!
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