The Beauty of the Journey
I love hiking. I’ve hiked Masada, the ATM cave in Belize, and numerous trails around Virginia. Always with someone by my side. Someone to watch my footing and make sure I don’t miss a step. Someone to look at the dangers ahead. Someone to catch me when I fall.
But today, I hiked a 4.5 mile trail by myself. And tomorrow, I officially start
graduate school.
As I was hiking, I couldn't help but see parallels between the two.
You’ve set out on
this beautiful trail. You’ve been told it’s challenging.
You know it ends,
even though you can’t see it.
The trail is not just
a way to get to the destination. There is beauty all around; you just have to
look up and around every once and awhile.
The trail is scary,
but this is psychological. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to survive.
There are harder
parts and easier parts on the trail.
You only have as much
control as the ground beneath you. It’s uneven. It’s going to shake.
There’s always going
to be road blocks. The unexpected tragedies
that trip you up. They are there and they're not moving. So you must find a
way to get through them.
Although it may not
seem like it now, people have hiked this trail before. And they survived.
You’re going to get
lost. But don’t be afraid to veer of course. You might end up somewhere
beautiful, somewhere you never expected to be.
Use the resources available
to you.
But sometimes, the
best way to figure it out is just by trial and error.
You’re going to get tired, burned out, and frustrated, and just want to “get there” already. Don’t let this tempt you to take the easy way out.
Remember, you chose this path.
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