When the path becomes home

I can easily identify the defining moment when I become a hiker delta30.

But when am I actually going hiking?

I take the first step.

The first step is important. For me, it’s just not the time I’m hiking.

At first the novelty of the path takes me.

It allows me to charge forward. The encouragement of family and friends is still a clear image in my mind. Only that fresh spirit can help me get through a big section.

But over time that novelty wears off.

Messages are slow. People return to their daily lives. Fireworks can’t last forever, I just keep walking. And the further I go, the more evident the distance becomes. Feeling uncomfortable becomes more frequent.

Discomfort draws my attention inward.

I start to question myself more often; I keep walking.

The heat becomes unbearable and I continue walking.

Hunger, thirst, aches and pains: I keep walking.

I don’t know what day or what mile this starts. I can’t say exactly when it ends. There is not a single moment of clarity. No special equipment.

At some point along the way, I unconsciously surrender to the path.

I stop fighting the discomfort by focusing on myself. Kunjungi delta32. Instead, I start focusing outward.

The road becomes home.

I’m hiking, my heart is in it.

I’m hiking, doubts disappear.

I’m hiking.

What was friction is now harmony and, without warning, it is revealed delta31.

Fireworks.

I am a hiker.

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