08/01/2024
Mountains calling me
they call me because they are the subterfuge of controlling my emotions. I feel so good in the effort, the fear, the loss of control, in this power and force of nature which reminds me that I am insignificant, I feel alive. We often try to flirt with fear, death, the notion of surpassing oneself. I want to hurt myself to surpass myself. I need to go to excess. if I have to run I want to feel the violent implosion in my muscles, I want to feel the burning and the blood in my lungs, I want to know this limit, to exceed it and go beyond because I know that my mind can do it . Today, I know that I want to overcome this, I also want to live. You know this hope I had, hoping that everything would be okay. I have always been there, having to take care of others, look after others. There are heroes who cannot be saved. These heroes that we talk about in the summits, these heroes who come into our minds where life no longer exists. I fu***ng swear I want to live. I feel devastated not to be able to save the heroes, the heroes who save everyone, for whom we cannot find a solution. Seeing these photos, I remember that we do a job where we encounter this strange parallel life, the one that whispers in your ear « sometimes it’s not enough to hope ». I swear to you that I would do violence to myself because life is great. Next mountain, I’ll scream, because I can’t do anything, I’m in pain. I hurt from the injustice of life, I hurt from these fights that end badly. So this thing deep inside me calls me, I know that one day, my heart, my mind will spin, there are elements that we cannot control.
for these fallen heroes...