I’ve lost one of my closest friends. Since the moment I heard the news, and watched as it shattered the worlds of so many people, I have been trying to make sense of many things. This man was a friend, a husband, a son, and a hero. It turns out that his influence, globally, was even bigger than what he achieved. Ueli Steck was so much more than a climber. What can we learn from this?
Since the accident I’ve had to balance an extra busy work and travel schedule with making sure I take time for myself, without a camera, continuing to be me. I’ve let some things slide while focusing on others. One thing I have been acutely aware of is that my senses are hypersensitive. I hear every bird sing, every leaf rustle, and see countless little movements as I pass through the environment. My head has not been full of the usual mix of random thoughts. At some point things slowed down, settled, and I came to realize that I’ve been present more often.
Times like these tend to bring out a lot of cliches. Not really knowing what else to say we utter them to comfort each other. But to me a cliche is only a cliche if you don’t mean it, or you don’t live it. “Follow your dreams!” is a cliche, doing it is not. I teased Ueli just before he left for Everest for his email auto-reply. It said, “Your email has been deleted while I focus on my dream.” Ueli was no cliche.
I don’t want to simply proclaim that life is precious and we have to make the most of it, I just want to say life is. It is real, and we need to be real as well. For me, the loss of someone close has been a reminder of what is of real value.
In the last month I’ve found myself more appalled than ever at all the bullshit in this world. The things we consider worthy of focusing our energy on, our fake everything, and especially our social media where we can beat our chest about it all has become too much. I want to remove this from my life and do a restart to get back to what is most important. But what is that?
I’m old, approaching 50, in fact. No one is more surprised than I am about this. With more than thirty years of memories and experiences in the mountains, I started to consider which stand out, and why.
What I came up with are the moments that made me. Not moments that made me something; happy, successful, tired, whatever… I mean moments that made me what I am, moments that defined me in context of what I do.
There is some consistency within the moments that stand out; accomplishment, newness, suffering, and the discovery of what comes as a result of huge efforts. So I next considered what I can do in the coming years to have more of these experiences, also what things I can stop doing to avoid wasting time.
And then I went for a run in the mountains.
There I was again, listening to birds sing more beautifully than I’ve ever heard before, seeing a mouse dash across the trail in front of me, and just generally being still within myself. In that moment life had returned to being beautiful, it just took seeing it.
It’s all such a cliche, right? Be present… but it’s all we have and it always was. Every experience we have, memorable or not, is an opportunity. And every experience we will have will be another opportunity. We don’t need to pursue anything, it’s available all the time.
Those birds were singing when Ueli was here, and they’re continuing to sing now. I don’t expect they’ll stop singing for me. It’s time to listen.