Memories are just blinks you can reuse & we spend more time experiencing paths than views.

We were fooled, the peak is no more beautiful than the dirt beneath our shoes.

It’s existence that’s beautiful, not the conditions of that existence.

A quest to change my reality made me notice false realities and launched my resistance.

If the path is most of life, why do we complain when It seems longer?

The 3 mile hike, the sitting and photos at the top, which made you stronger?