Last week I was reading Esquire (a magazine that gives me such a sense of renewed faith in media). And in an article about climbing Kilimanjaro, the author, Peter Martin, said this:
I want my life to be highlighted by highlights, not made up primarily of them. For me, the most gratifying part of finishing Kilimanjaro — of doing anything this challenging, this extreme — is that I know, for sure, that I can do it, that I did do it, and that I never have to do it again.
And I stopped dead. Because that’s it. That’s a wedding, for me. Huge and extreme and intensely wonderful and intensely hard and something I never want to do again.
And to those of you in the middle of climbing your own Kilimanjaros? Cheers.
Photo: Me & my parents, by One Love Photo
