You can never leave the «path of life»

Hello again, friends. I write you recently having ventured in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, about 1800 miles through this incredible path. However, NH and Maine have a blow, and I remember an appointment of Bill Bryson’s Walked through the forest: «When the hiker in the north direction leaves Vermont, it has completed 80 percent of the miles but only 50 percent of the effort.» Leaving fear aside, air feels clean, the terrain is resistant and technical, and the sounds of the forest, or the lack of it, invoke a calm and clarity welcome. It’s good here, as I imagined, it was many months before embarking on this long walk.

While I appreciated the unique atmosphere of the Middle Atlantic, New England feels wild and wonderful. It has caused much more spiritual exploration than the previous weeks. I suspect that this is partly due to the fact that when in the crisis, AT was a mental battle, one that required a fortress to know that despite the hundreds of remaining miles, you must move on, even if it is not so rewarding at the immediate moment. In New Hampshire, the battle is physical again, and coincidentally my mind has changed to spiritual reflection.

A friend of mine named Wanderlost has played a role in motivating my trip, invoking a reflexive contemplation on this path and the long distance spirit through hiking. He has walked thousands of miles through many paths, but his heart belongs to these old mountains. A concept that presented me is the «path of life», something that is incredibly spiritual and cheerful at the same time.

The path of life represents the way through life in which we are all, but it is also an appearance of intentionality with which only we welcomes can relate. I think this silly prayer demonstrates my point: when you are on the path of life, you can never «leave» or be «through» walks, because you are walking through life!

… now you could be thinking for yourself: «What the hell is it about?» Or, better yet, Max has completed its complete importance to become a Mock? Sometimes he feels like this as I keep walking through life.

For me, the path of life personifies the beauty of even walking, since it is playful and cheerful every day, every day is excellent when you are walking, as we say, but it also makes you sign to deepen yourself and reflect on life and intention. Why am I walking so far? How does this metaphorical cup fill this lifestyle? It does not make any rational sense to walk 2,000 miles when you could fly in its place, but we do it because it is there to do!

I also believe that The Life Trail is emblematic of the full version of yourself that you develop in these forests. Mock (like funk!) It is a piece of myself that I have not created, but has expanded, on the path of the Apalaches, and is the person who efforts me to bring to my life after all is said and done. I really liked my paved kingdom, but the intentionality and projection that I have cultivated as Mock are things that I want to carry out. On the path of life, I should not see any division between those two beings. Capeesh?

«Nature is mystical and mystical always, and works with the license and extravagance of genius.» – Henry David Thoreau

A few weeks ago, I met with my «Tramilia» after taking a few weeks to walk alone for New Jersey and New York. I spent a day walking with my dear friend Spigot who, while I was also walking alone, came to a revelation with better enjoying his hiking experience. On a cold and rainy day, he found himself physically hurting and experiencing mental difficulties.

Spigot was running to Pittsfield, MA, to meet his girlfriend in New York, and the act of having a unique goal of achieving x miles/day for and date was to deteriorate his trail experience. He was able to get excavated in a routine with a phrase of capture of himself: «When you arrive at the summit, keep climbing.» For me, this speaks of the essence of enjoying the walk so it is instead of focusing on the destination, in other words, the path itself is The point. Since he has returned to his usual cheerful self (and he reached his girlfriend in one piece!), I suspect that this ethos proved to be effective.

«Faith is not a singular state that we have or we don’t have, but it is something we do … It is the will to take the next step, see the unknown as an adventure, throw a trip.»

When I crossed New Hampshire and anticipated the white mountains, sometimes I found exhausted, sometimes waking up not exactly excited to walk a full day. It makes sense that this was the case; Hiking 1800 miles is a lot in the body. And since he entered New England, each person felt the need to tell me how difficult the whites are, which does not support exactly one’s confidence (do not worry, guys, it has really been great!). I also experienced a real anxiety about what happens after the path, when I inevitably must return to work. In other words, the paved kingdom pursues the naive simplicity of through hiking.

But I know that this fatigue is temporary, and I have recently maintained with «bright faith», trusting that I am on the right path and just where I need to be. In Buddhism, brilliant faith is the state of delight full of love in the possibilities and anxious joy before the perspective of updating them. As Sharon Salzberg writes in his book Faith«The enthusiasm, energy and courage we need to abandon the safe path, stop aligning with the familiar or conventional, arises with a brilliant faith. It allows us to get away, get away and see what we can do with our lives.»

Following the advice of the old hikers, who recommend giving time and physical work to process this long trip, I intend to work on a farm after the way and take a longer trip home instead of jumping on a flight immediately. However, my mind immediately jumps to future aspect questions: What happens after that? Will there be a depression after the train as the Internet suggests? More importantly, how can I live an intentional life that meets my needs?

Although all the valid questions, I try to loosen my grip while I kept solved in my blind faith. I try to see the tunnel As light at the end, holding the faith that the unknown will be updated in a satisfactory life. «The brilliant faith can have the same dangers as blind faith,» writes Salzberg. «However, brilliant faith can be seen simply as a beginning, and not as a beginning in which we deliver discriminatory intelligence, but one in which we deliver cynicism and apathy. Its abundant energy drives us to the unknown.»

I know that the path of life does not end when I reach the sign at the top of Mount Katahdin. Mock (as funk) not only evaporates there, and I am certainly not «through» hiking! When I get to the summit, I intend to continue going up, as Spigot told me. Forward!

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