It’s easier to go down a hill than up it but the view is much better at the top.
Why is there an urge to reach the peak? Perhaps because the higher we ascend, the more rewarding the view is: whether it is a sleepy cityscape, a sea of clouds, a cascading river, a boisterous falls, or an achingly beautiful sunset. It becomes a recurring realization that there is no shortcut to happiness. Its pursuit necessitates will: the will to continue, the will to move on, the will to reach the destination, the will to learn. And how this musing does not only apply to travels but also to life itself.
We are defined by our will. Sometimes, the steepness of the slope made me want to retrace my steps and seek comfort on my everyday routine. The foreign, the unfamiliar sometimes struck me and made me cower and long for the familiar. The pain sometimes became unbearable and the body wanted to rest. Yet my will prodded me forward, reminding me that foregoing is an act of cowardice, of ill-willingness. It is like letting go of the opportunity to learn, to experience, to view life in a different perspective. A principle one can equally apply to daily life.
Reaching the destination, the peak is a validation of one’s will. That one can proudly declare “I made it!” Because happiness is richer and more gratifying when one deserves it. Happiness becomes treasured when one earns it in the hardest way possible.
My will—my adventure partner—defines the whole narrative of my travel.