A couple of weeks ago I did my first hike up Table mountain. The first part was fairly easy,, and quite beautiful. As we continued up the trail it got steadily steaper and more challenging, and more beautiful.
For the most part, especially the steep part, you have to keep your eyes on the ground, on the steps. I looked up every now and again to see how far I still have to go.
The top just did not get any damn closer, every time I looked up, out of breath, with burning quads, the top just sat there, taunting me.
And the suddenly it flattened out, and dissapeared, and we where there.
And it was very good.
And so it is, the end never seems to come, you just see the next step, and maybe two or three more, you are out of breath, burning, and then out of the blue, it comes and rises to meet you.
Just take the next step today, deal?
I am a flâneur, which basically means I spend a lot of time in coffee shops watching the world go by.