I get like this when life catches up to me and I let it corner me into thinking that I'm trapped... why, because I am choosing for some reason to do everything but what it is that I truly want and love to do... climb! Sure, I can make up some excuse like I have to pay my bills, or someone has to run the business... excuses. But, I argue with myself, they are not excuses, they are hard facts... somewhere along the line in the vast and deadly beautiful wilderness of Patagonia I admitted to myself that EVERYTHING is a choice... so if I now turn around and side with the "hard facts" illusion, I am only lying to myself. Here I am now, in a space between what I know is the truth, and what I would like to believe. I believe that is what my 'blues' are all about. This is something that I have to get down in writing so that I can look at it and work it out.
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| Waiting... |
What is it that sometimes some of us 'wait' for in life? Is it an answer? Is it divine intervention... a sign of some sort? Or, is it just that we have made a choice for whatever reason to just sit back, let it go by and complain about the fact that it's going by... harsh... I'm talking about myself here, so read into it what you feel is appropriate for you! Here I am, wishing that I were climbing, feeling down and out about all of the things I am choosing to do that are not what I truly want to do... am I waiting for something, something to grab me, to shake me, to pull me and tell me to go do what it is that I love to do? Then this nagging thought filters through my conscience, a thought that goes something like this: "You know the answers to the questions you seek, but they are not the answers you want to hear, not the 'shabang - here's an super quick, super easy solution for you bro'!, so you keep pretending to look even harder for the elusive answers to those questions... and now along with that, complaining about not 'finding' those answers makes you feel better about it! ...or does it really? Be honest with yourself now, shake all the rest off, look into the mirror and tell yourself that there has been no divine intervention, that you still seek the answers to your questions because they have not appeared to you! My reflection looks back at me blankly and without a smirk or any expression at all fires back simply, BULLSHIT! I am feeling blue...
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| What do we fear... |
Now the question becomes, "why, when we know the answer, do we ignore its simplicity and continue to search for something that is far more complicated?". OUCH, did I just say that... guess i did, cuz it's written right back there! Is there an answer to that question that is universal you ask... no, I don't think so. I believe that answer will be quite person specific. Why am I still blue then?... because I am afraid to make the choices that I know I have to make in order not to feel this way. Afraid... me... ya. Afraid of what? Fear is usually of the unknown. I don't know or understand some of the possible consequences to some of the choices I know I have to make to move out of this blue... so I fear them. It has me sort of paralyzed. BULSHIT my brain screams at me, this was not an issue in Patagonia! You were just doing what you love to do there and did not have a problem with it did you?... what do I say to that? where does that leave me in my thinking... blue.
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| Grateful to stand... |
The beautiful part of being human is that we can choose where we wish to spend our time, in the past, in the future, or in the present moment... moment by moment! Here I am. My moment includes being loved, having shelter, having food, being ok in fact! Does my 'moment' include blue? The answer that I know, but often choose to ignore for want of a more complex, more epic answer is simply: ONLY if I allow it to! BULLSHIT screams something deep inside my head... I know better now...
A moment ago I was blue, in search for an answer to my feelings. In this moment, now, I feel free, feel thankful for what I experience right now. I know that if I choose to go climb, I will... and I also know that I will face the consequences to that choice, all in a line, all as they filter home in those precious moments to come. Now, I feel free.



