Saturday, October 14, 2006

Mount Everest

Just over the radio, I heard the interview of Leo Oracion. He is the one of the first Filipino explorers to climb up Mount Everest. In his dialogue, he recounts the ordeals of their adventure. It was a journey of sleepless night with no rest. The bitter cold prohibits them to stop even for a quick nap. He in fact lost his toe to the wintry weather. They relied sorely on chocolates and granola bars for a quick power dose of sugar and energy.

As I listen on, I cannot help but admire his tenacity and his absolute persistence to achieve the summit. Braving the difficulties, he persevered… Something, which I feel I cannot imagine myself doing. I can’t help but admire how people like him get such sheer satisfaction and bliss out from climbing mountains, coupled with all the inconveniences brought about it.

As turned off the radio, I paused for a while and asked myself, “What is it about climbing mountains that they venerate so much?” … And after a brief period of contemplation, I have finally found the answer.

People like them are driven to their vision, propelled on their own, to face the challenges they themselves made. So determined are they with purpose, that nothing – not even the fiercest gust of icy air can freeze their quest. The crown of the mountain is but a symbolism of their personal pursuit for victory in life.

Whilst other people (me included) cannot totally grasp the inspiration of climbing mountains and overcoming glacial hurdles, I still think that we all have our own individual Mount Everests. They may come in different forms, sizes and packages. But inside the alcoves of our hearts lies that one deep driving force that thrusts us to be in constant motion. For a student, that’s getting grades with flying colors; For a writer, that’s creating a nobel-prize worthy article; For a Salesman, that’s hitting his monthly targets; And so on and so forth. Our own personal Mount Everests may seem peculiar from one person to the other. But that does not matter. What matters most is we encompass something that drives us, that which defines the rationale for our actions – what we do and why we do it. Something that ignites us from within us to give our best and be the best.

I still am uncertain if there exists a man devoid of his own version of Mount Everest? And if so, what kind of mediocre life is he living? How does he feel, waking up each day to a new morning?


Irene said...

I think Mount Everest signifies the seemingly unattainable dream inside each of us that we all want to conquer. And what is life without dreams to make it more interesting, right? c",)

Lanee Girl said...

nice entry =)
made me ponder on some things.....

Susan Abraham said...

A beautiful, inspiring post, Rhyanne.
I think when you ask this question,

“What is it about climbing mountains that they venerate so much?”

Perhaps it's the fact that mountains represent the ultimate physical reality from breathtaking images to the very real & deadly knocks, one takes to reach a summit.
It commands a monumental allure.

A mountain also acts like a perfect metaphor for the rest of us who climb our own visionary dreams...if you know what I mean.

Take care Rhyanne & love always