My life has been completely driven by the mountains and it has given me some of the best experiences. I always wonder how some ideas spark into obsession. Everyday I think about mountains and find ways to be there, even after knowing that the situations don’t align the way I want them to be.
A strong recollection of the moments which I spent in those mountains gets projected and I become the only spectator of my own past.
Travelling in mountains on motorcycle invokes in me myriad emotions, making my mind an emotional kaleidoscope. Every emotion has a character attached to it, making it an individual amongst other thoughts and emotions and I keep assigning every peak with an emotion ,making the mountain range a replica of my inner being.
A mixed feeling of exhaustion and jubilation sets in while riding in mountains. Those moments come so rarely that I never want them to end.
While looking at those vacant spaces on the top of snow capped peaks, my imagination of silence up there, creates multiple patterns which change every time I look at them. Those silent spaces up there tell me that all the regular patterns that I perceive are the mirages in the infinite randomness of existence.
While riding in mountains I become an explorer, taking the arial view of the mental and physical space and finding new routes to scale new heights and conquer problems to look beyond. My motorcycle rides thrusts me into the parallels of mental and physical explorations, and I travel through the sanctity of my inner space.
Sometimes I feel that these experiences add one piece after another and I feel like I am about to complete the unknown puzzle by adding more to it. I think in the end its all just our perceptions towards the experiences we have. There is no puzzle to solve.
While riding I feel: up along the long delirious burning blue sky, I have topped the wing swept heights with easy grace, where never the larks or even the eagle flew, and with the silent lifting mind I have trod the high and trespassed the sanctity of silence, put out my hand and touched the face of Infinity.
I would like to end this with a quote from Aristotle:-“The search for truth is in one way hard and in another way easy, for it is evident that no one can master it fully or miss it wholly. But each adds a little to our knowledge of nature, and from all the facts assembled there arises a certain grandeur.”
Lets travel more and gather rich experiences so that our life stands tall like a peak of accumulated experiences. Some day I may amass those experiences and achieve heights which can sustain a sanctity of silence.
akshayvblog 