climb to humble laughter…
If you’re not familiar with the experience, than no doubt you will still be able to identify by allegory the hard work and grind involved in climbing a cliff side or mountain…only to reach the top and be grasped with that delicious…yet, unquenchable element of fear upon arrival of the height of the edge—with full breath of the massive horizon expanded beyond.
The full experience—preparation, time, strength, and devotion—all eclipse into what would seem to be an opposite revelation from what was expected or anticipated. The expected enlightenment and release are not felt immediately, but rather, even if for just the time span of a breath—fear invades both body and spirit. Curiously, an awkward bind stings at the heart as a new reminder that the bottom of your mountain is now…down… and there is no longer any height to be obtained.
There is no more room for expansion on that one hilltop. Experience brought sight, sight brought fear, and fear extinguished the freedom of accomplishment. Nowhere greater than in this place, and at this moment would the height of accomplishment place the heart into such a low and insignificant ditch of elementary perception. Who knew that the very accomplishment that so much life, heart, and time (regardless of its length or intensity) would be so invested in, could resolve in such a level of…fear?
Tediously speaking, typically a prominent individual of society lives to be the senior in his field of expertise or class, yet once he gets there… Once I get here…
By illustration: During an enjoyably monotonous moment at work today, I became trances in a brief compassionate connection with two elderly men who, while surrounded by young college students, greeted each other with a “so-long” embrace across the room from me… I felt the same connection with a vibrant young high school girl the night prior… Who knew that the very accomplishment that so much life, heart, and time— whether here with the short, fresh years of high school, during the rugged terrain of college life, or to the extent of a full life time of blended trial and error—would be so invested in, could resolve in such levels of…
The young girl I conversed with feared the exodus of her high school years… It took her three years of experience to gain that fear. The elderly men I found myself (now oddly) identifying myself with must have seen so many individuals reach the expanse of their own mountain tops…never to be seen again, leaving these two men only to fear, without advice from the experience of the trained, how to gain death… It took these men an entire lifetime of experience to gain…fear.
The relation I have placed myself in—between the vibrant young and the seasoned aged—is of not much more value other than that of a further evolved question. If for the adventurous—whose fear lies in a life of stagnation—what is the goal and victory in striving higher—faster—and greater onward and upward if the finish to be obtained promises the very thing being escaped from through the experience—fear? Height and experience strengthen the nerves, and grows the heart, but by significantly purposed design, all is resolved in a finish of sheer enlightened humility.
Hmmm… hahaha… how did I miss this? If experience—even the grandest height of experience—produces fear—and in proper turn—humility, then the beautiful conclusion of full heart-pounding release is that the traveler climbs NOT for the building up of his OWN grandeur and magnificence, but with far greater anticipation to reach a better, indefinable thrill of an unattainable Deity.
Every step—in fullest experience through both physical restriction and strengthening inspiration—bring on an entirely new and enhanced view of the always-expanding horizon. Every step of gained experience significantly decreases the traveler in size and significance—YET, hahaha, with the decrease in significance comes an increase of enjoyment—free of charge.
Life is consumed in a satisfying fullness of every breath, and all is resolved not in excellence of man, but in glorious contrast to this—humility… laughter.
Now, tiny feet graze the peak of drive and devotion—experience in full…at least for this mountain…
Chapters and seasons conclude in not the magnificence of the traveler, but in the expounded praise of a thankful and undeserving soul for the ever-increasing perspective and view of the One who supplies the walls of the endless horizon.
Yes trials, thorns, broken bones and scares infect the climb, but by it, only a greater acceleration of personal insignificance occurs. And again, the greater the insignificance of self, the great the life, beautiful, and magnificence is to be found in the thrill and indescribable breadth of the travel…and more so in its completion… and even more so in the very designer, molder, and craftsman of the mountain, and path itself.
Your perspective, body, and heart has been transformed between the clefts of the rock… As you continue to reach, you bound to the top… where is fear?