Climb Alone

I woke up this morning and I thought that we should climb a mountain. Would it not be fun? We forget about all of the problems we have in this mundane flat- land and take the challenge of climbing up. Yes, it would be difficult but would it be as difficult as it is staying here living the same days on repeat in hopes that something will come to change it? Most probably not. Just as I tell you this, I hear the most painful words come out of your mouth “What is so bad about the days we have been living here? Can we not just wait a little bit since they’ll end anyway?” I don’t know what the problem I had with waiting was, yet what bothered me more was that you were alright with staying on level ground. It didn’t matter though, I knew if I ended up going up the hill, you would join me.

And you did. Yet it was not the climb I expected for the two of us to take. I thought this mountain was going to change our lives. Make the heights we climb a normal experience for us. I thought we would become like mountaineers, that nothing could stop us from climbing higher than before. A part of that did happen, we got used to the heights of the mountain and it would not get difficult for us to sleep or breathe as the others would. What did not end up happening was, us continuing to climb higher. We would hover around the same levels of different mountains yet never go above something we have not already done. It began appearing to me that we ended up living the same flat lives just at this higher altitude.

What was the problem? Why could we not climb higher? Why could we not climb to the top? Nothing seemed to make sense so I decided to take the first steps. I decided to go on trails we had not gone to before. Yet, you decided that you did not want to climb along anymore. Climbing higher was nothing but difficult. I liked the difficulty that was what the climb was about, otherwise what different is it from staying low like everyone else? Then I could finally see that it was not making sense to you. So I decided to climb to the top of the highest mountain, alone. Quite simple is it not? All I had to do was reach the seventh realm, a place where everyone was scared to go. I just had to go there. The problem was that everyone that goes there gets lost.

So did I. To me, it appeared as if getting lost was part of reaching the top of the mountain since that was what made our stay there. Yet eventually I managed to get myself out. I managed to go down, back to the mundane fields where I thought I would find you. I did find you but not how I expected to find you. I thought would find you bringing everyone closer to the mountain so that everyone could climb even if it remained mundane. I realised that you had become just like them, comfortable with the normalness this life forced upon us. At that moment I realised the value of being lost at the top. Even though I did not know where I was, I knew exactly what everything was.