Photo @estebantopomena (follow him!) Me, 'walking' up Everest at 28,980 ft. (Using oxygen and fixed lines after abandoning my second No O's attempt at 28,500 ft) This season has been beautiful and tragic in so many ways. Beautiful in the accomplishments of others, tragic in the the loss of life and the petty nitpicking and destruction of said accomplishments. We are all guilty of picking eachother apart... gossip is built into the fabric of human culture. I have talked shit at times. But what I've learned is it always comes back to me and my insecurities.
The idea that we can cultivate personal happiness thru the willful contribution to another's unhappiness is rooted in our own insecurity, anger, and pain. Deriving happiness from another's misery, be it personal, political, or professional, is a contradiction in terms and an impossibility. However, at the very moment we feel the urge to tear another down, we are given an opportunity to ask ourselves what is it in us that feels overlooked, unseen, harmed, threatened and hurt. If we can search that moment and come back to ourselves with an honest answer, then we begin to evolve and grow.
I want to congratulate every single person who hung it out there this season in the mountains. I don't care how you climbed...I care that you came at all. Your truth is yours and I'll be the first to celebrate that. The more I've tried to find happiness in the deconstruction and judgement of others accomplishments, the more misery I've shoveled onto myself. No more. Well done.