That year I was 21, my mind filled with a messy hope, like an old television just powered on, flickering with static and making noise. I wanted many things: to taste food from all over the country, to love passionately, and to carry a backpack to distant places, walking from one end of the plateau to the other end of fate.
I didn't expect that life is a slow-paced thing. It doesn't argue or make a fuss, it just taps your head gently—like knocking softly on a door with a hammer. At first, you still think you can jump a little higher, but later you just hope your knees won't creak anymore.
At 21, I thought I was a dynamite stick, that a little spark could illuminate truth and brightness. Unfortunately, not long after, I looked in the mirror one deep night and saw a white hair at my temple. At that moment, it felt like life secretly planted a cabbage seed in my heart, preparing to slowly turn me into a "mature adult."
160 kilometers, with an average altitude above 4000 meters. Walking from Lukla to Mount Everest is like the journey of life: the starting point is bustling with excitement, while the destination is lonely and quiet. During the day, walking on the snow line feels like rehearsing a solo dance in the heavenly palace; at night, suffering from high altitude sickness in bed feels like getting a ticket to hell.
There were two times I was filled with tears, not because the mountains and rivers were magnificent, but because I finally saw how small I truly was. Mount Everest stands there, silent, like an aged sage, answering all your questions with the wind and clouds. At that moment, I understood: all of humanity's philosophical thoughts are noisy; only the mountains are quiet.
One night in Dingboche, my head ached as if someone was pounding a drum on my brain. My blood oxygen dropped below 80, and what I held in my hand was not life, but a device constantly reminding me "you will die." On the plateau, every living person acts like an actor, putting on a facade of "I can still hold on."
That night I couldn't sleep, thinking of my distant home. The moon was as bright as a scalpel, dissecting loneliness for me to see. I remembered the saying: "All the brilliance in life ultimately has to be repaid with loneliness." I finally understood that the true meaning is not standing at the top of the mountain, but being able to hold on at the edge of collapse without going crazy.
Having a good brother or partner while hiking is a blessing, cherish it. People like me who hike solo, not knowing whether tomorrow or an accident will come first, are not wise. But more importantly, can you become an emotionally stable person? Hiking tests not just your legs, but also those chaotic thoughts in your mind. After walking a certain distance, you'll know whether you are a horse or a hedgehog.
Life is a blacksmith, and we are all forged iron. But as long as you are willing to stand up and walk, even if it hurts, you can still strike out some light.
I wish you also find the direction you longed for in your youth.
Even if you walk slowly, even if it hurts!
Recently, I plan to ambush a potential coin that is ready to explode; doubling it is relatively easy. At the same time, I also plan to find some potential coins to hold until the end of the year, expecting a growth space of more than 10 times is not a problem. I want to keep up with the speed!
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