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my arms outstretched in the tingling Process of transformation, and soon tough legs, With folded feet, trail in the sounding vacuum of passage. :: All about me :: Name:Mec Sexy Date of Birth:October 03, 1977 e-mail:delisyus137@yahoo.com Status:Prodigal Mountaineer ... but I practice LNT ha! My Links My Blog! Pbase 1 Other Links MMS MTC Boondockers
to relish their work, knowing that scaling the mountain is what makes the view from the top so exhilarating. (D. Waitley)
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bliss n. Extreme happiness; ecstasy. The ecstasy of salvation; spiritual joy Why do I wake up earlier than usual to exercise? Why have I splurged thousands of money in sporty wear and expensive gear? Why have I sacrificed weekends of just sleeping in my warm, soft bed to trudge along mountain trails under the heat of the sun and vulnerable to the other elements? Why do I allow myself to get weary over a heavy load stamped on my back for the greater period of the day? Why do I invest a lot of time and effort to self-exhaustion, one way or another? I just tell myself, it’s following my bliss. My happiness. My passion. And though I have only just begun, and a lot of things are yet to be learned, a lot of skills to be acquired, my heart has yet to change its mind. Quarter-life crisis comes to mind. And yet, if I hadn’t felt restless and incomplete some months ago, I wouldn’t be as happy now. Sure, I get tired. I get worn out. Moments of self-doubt and recrimination also beset me. But I decided to do this with eyes open to the dangers and sacrifices this hobby would entail. And I have not been disillusioned yet. Instead, I have met friends, mentors and more of myself. Truly, the sun does shine brighter when you are working for a goal. A sunset is really more beautiful viewed from a mountain top. The sounds of the forest friendlier and sweeter to the ears. The smell of sea and mountain breeze more stirring. Pictures taken along a trek more poignant. And the laughter exchanged more ringing. Follow your bliss. I do not really have a tangible, logical reason why I’m doing what I’m doing. But happiness lies here. Friends, good times, learning moments… still await me. by ~me~ at 10:42 PM ©
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