Not Everest, but striking nonetheless.
The feeling I try and channel mostly though, is the mental calm of knowing that once you’ve made it past Everest, all other mountains pale in comparison. Once you crest the summit of that great peak, other climbs that may have appeared insurmountable in their own right shrink a bit and don’t appear so forbidding anymore. You can make it through them, because you made it through Everest.
I have had many Everests in my life, metaphorically, of course. Every one of them that I have dared to climb has always given me the same gift. I’m granted the freedom from worry about challenges that, in comparison, just don’t measure up. Things are put in their right place. I’m reminded each time that what appears to be impossible is usually possible.
I once heard photographer David DuChemin say, “What’s in the way, is the way.” That’s often how Everest appears in my life. Everest isn’t usually something that’s hard to see or hiding in a corner, it’s in my face and obstructing a complete view of the horizon. The biggest challenges are the ones I’ve been looking at for a long time, spinning wheels trying to find a way around instead of over them.
A lot can be learned from those that scale the mountain and return to tell the tale. They prepare themselves, of course. They securely fit in their mind that the task ahead is expected to be difficult and do it anyway. And no one, lest they be doomed to fail before they even begin, tries to conquer Everest alone.