We Were Built For This

There is more freedom in having fewer choices than in having many.

Climbing over the mountain ridge, my choices are reduced to two: keep moving, or stop moving. And I choose to keep moving. It’s a paradox because the choice is made to hasten the completion of the journey — so I can choose the other, and stop moving.

The choice made, I’m free to feel my body. Void of noise in my mind, I feel with focus and intent. I drink the experience, and it flows over me and it is me. It is pain and it is suffering and it is growth. I wonder how many people only ever feel just a moment of this.

We were built for this.

Feeling my body as me, instead of me and my body is an obvious truth, and at the same time, a novelty.