Why live a life that's perceived as mad?
To be honest, I’ve really struggled with this question because while
I understand how some people might see my life as mad [The whole
climbing without ropes thing. Or maybe the living in a car thing.]
I’ve never personally seen it that way. And my friends and family have
always been very supportive of my choices. Within my community this
lifestyle of constant travel and non-stop climbing is perfectly
normal. I don't really know anyone who doesn’t, so it’s pretty easy to
forget that some folks might find it insane.
But just because some people might not see the appeal in climbing,
sometimes unroped, up huge walls doesn’t change the fact that it is
the most rewarding part of my life. I’ve devoted over 20 years to rock
climbing, and before that my time was spent climbing trees and
scampering onto roof tops. For me there is no greater pleasure than to
struggle against gravity and pull myself up to a summit. Does it
matter why I enjoy it so much?
Maybe that’s madness. But then everyone has their own madness.
Everyone has their own unique passions and motivations. Just because
mine are maybe a little more unusual doesn't change the fact that we
each follow our own paths. Mine has taken me up many of the biggest
walls in the world, and I find that incredibly fulfilling.
That’s enough for me. I’m leading a life that makes me happy and I
can't ask for more than that. It doesn’t matter if other people can’t
see the appeal. I don’t see the appeal in knitting or baseball but I
respect the fact that some people devote their lives to each. Maybe
they are the mad ones. Or maybe we all are.