Something has been haunting me. I climbed a mountain a few weeks ago, and something happened that I haven’t been able to shake off.
In some parts of the world, when you get to the summit of a mountain, you’ll find a little metal canister wedged between the rocks.
Inside is something called a summit register. Usually it’s just a simple notepad and a cheap pen. Climbers who make it to the top will log the date, their name, where they’re from, and maybe include a drawing or a few thoughts.
I love to read what people write in the register. People turn into philosophers when they climb a mountain. The canister is like a present, filled with the wisdom of a hundred other adventurers. I can’t wait to open it.
Anyway, I was climbing this mountain for a reason. I was looking for something, an answer to a question I’d been stuck on.
I figured I would find the answer on my own, on the climb, like I had so many times before. But I found what I was looking for in the words of a stranger. Someone had written it in the summit register.
“Pushing through to the uncertain future and making fate happen the way it should. Couldn’t be more beautiful.”
Climbing the mountain left me physically and mentally exhausted. I think that makes you open and vulnerable. I had no armor left. The words sunk right in.
They were the right words at the right time, too. I read them a few times on the summit, and they came back to me today.
The Uncertain Future
Change can be scary. Even when it’s for the better, it can be scary.
Fear can make you question what you should do. Even if you know what you should do, you’ll have doubts.
You don’t want to make the wrong choice, but you don’t even know what that means, so you do nothing. That’s the trap our fear sets for us.
When you don’t know what to do, you can get stuck or trapped or hopeless. That’s the worst feeling I know. And maybe you should be hopeless. There are no guarantees you’ll get what you want no matter what you do. Maybe it doesn’t work out for you, or for me. Or maybe it works out better than you can possibly imagine. I have no idea.
The future really is uncertain. I hate not knowing. I wish I believed in fate. I wish I could have even a little shred of certainty. But I can’t. It doesn’t work like that.
You have to take risks. You have to face uncertainty, and be willing to lose what you have. Hopefully that doesn’t happen, but it could, and it’s terrifying, but it’s also beautiful in a way. There’s a certain magic that happens when you really go after something. A mountain or a dream or a life that fits who you are.
This is your adventure. It’s up to you to make it a good one. – Click to tweet.
If you don’t want to spend your life at the bottom of the mountain, imprisoned by fear, you only have one choice.
You have to take a risk, accept the unknown, and push through to the uncertain future.
That’s how you make fate happen.
Couldn’t be more beautiful.