Today’s hike was very reminiscent of the Pyrenees, it was very physically challenging, practically all uphill, but also insanely beautiful. It was one of the most enriching days. It was crazy to see how much my body was capable of when I would focus on my breathing and just let my body do the walk without mentally reminding myself of how hard I was working.
There were many times that I just stopped to take in the surroundings, to just breathe the moment in, to really feel the wind and hear the faint cowbells off in the distance and see the rays of sun touching specific parts of the hillsides. It was that kind of awe striking beauty that you wish you could take with you, something no picture can grasp but every part of you wants to remember forever.
But part of the experience was accepting the impermanence of it all, and that’s partially what makes it so incredible. Knowing that I can only be here momentarily, but simultaneously recognizing how insane it is that this experience even exists at all.
Every little thing that had to line up perfectly for this landscape to exist - the hills, the trees, the animals, the clouds in the atmosphere, the sky that makes the surrounding, St. James who originally walked this path and the people who’ve made it a possibility for others to experience it - and every little thing that had to line up perfectly for me to be here to experience it - my coworkers, my family, my friends, Katie, the lives my parents lived before me, their parents before that, my sense of wonderlust and spiritual curiosity, the fact that I even exist, that I’m a part of this world at this time when this experience is a possibility and exists the way it does right now. Every little thing had to line up exactly a certain way for this moment to exist, for life to be as it is and for me to be as I am, as an experiencer of life as well as a piece of this life. It’s incredible and miraculous. It’s something too great to fully comprehend and mentally grasp so all you can do is shut up and listen. And feel and hear and breathe.
What I’ve found and what I’m finding is that the point of our lives is to take life in. We are the cognizant experiencers. Life is this awesome, beautiful, unfathomable thing, and we are a part of it, we are the pieces of it that get to look around and say “wow.”
Today us girls kept talking about how cool we are xD but seriously. We’d pause after reaching one of the many peaks of the climb and say things like “Damn we’re cool. We did this. We’re DOING this thing. We are literally hiking a mountain today. We’ve hiked over 600 kilometers across Spain. You guys, we are hiking across SPAIN.”
And like I told the girls, with this, you don’t even need other to people to think that what you’re doing is cool because you already know it for yourself in your heart of hearts. And not in a cocky look-at-me way, but in a - life is so cool and the camino is so cool and it’s SO COOL that I get to be a part of that experience - sort of way.
And I think life is kind of like that. The mountains and valleys and sky don’t need to be told they’re cool, they just are. We aren’t here to validate life for being cool, we don’t get to be the Regina George who decides if life is up to our coolness standards. Life is already there, life is the coolest of cool, and as living beings we’re all just here to see it and be a piece of it, and in turn, I think that makes us all pretty cool :]