Morning of 'The Blight' - American Fork Canyon, Hell Wall
i have been training for app. 1 solid month now. Have not felt a growth in strength, courage, or determination. It is becoming a heavy, sordid thing, shadowed w/ obsession. It is all i am beginning to be able to think about. As i sit here writing all this, i wonder why such a lofty goal? Why do i continue to train, despite my hatred for gym climbing, diets, the sore fingers & tendons? Why continue to fight when failure is so frightfully colored? A quote comes to mind: "Every society colours its own decline with illusions." Illusions to what? Perhaps the finality of it all...It all comes eventually to the same sum. What am i looking for, & what or to whom am i driven to prove? Are all these nothing but the human drive to create purpose by weaving illusion all about our constant, inevitable decline?
"Why continue to fight when failure is so frightfully colored?" Because wasting away with nothing accomplished into the grey is the most enormous failure. I beleive that the more art we contribute to this world, the more our energy/spirits can retain their form once we pass from these bodies. Rather than dispursing into the universe like a pile of gum wrappers and dust when a gust of wind hits it. Climbing is an art. Writing is an art. You will still exist once your body has climbed its last.
"Why continue to fight when failure is so frightfully colored?"
ReplyDeleteBecause wasting away with nothing accomplished into the grey is the most enormous failure. I beleive that the more art we contribute to this world, the more our energy/spirits can retain their form once we pass from these bodies. Rather than dispursing into the universe like a pile of gum wrappers and dust when a gust of wind hits it. Climbing is an art. Writing is an art. You will still exist once your body has climbed its last.