Self Pity 2019
2 min readDec 31, 2019
I would like to thank all the mountains I walked in 2019.
There is a poem I’ve left a note from a movie I saw in my early teens. Only recently I’ve come to think about its meaning.
Self-Pity
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
— David Herbert Lawrence
