I had been typing up my thoughts on the climb up Aconcagua as soon as I got back in mid-February. Thanks to this occasional terrible website, I thought it was saved because it said "saved" when I clicked to save it. Sure enough a day or two later when I went back to complete it, hours of work had been lost. Poof. Gone. Nothing to show. There was nothing I could do except stare at the screen. I couldn't even rage. It was never finished and I don't think it will ever be. I take solace in the fact that I journal-ed everyday and there is at least that in writing. My intention was to publish the journal and use it as the trip report but thought differently after a while. If I make it to old age, I'll publish all my journal entries in book format. Otherwise, maybe if someone is really bored they
can do it after I'm dead. Hopefully there will be cool stories people
will find interesting. Speaking of which, when I opened my old letter box I found my filled moleskin journal dated back to 2007. It was amusing reading entries from such an idealistic and questioning point of view. A lot of things happened in those ten years from a 24 year old to a 34 year old. I've evolved in that time, for the better hopefully, but who knows. I'm a believer that we really don't know anything from a macro perspective and we probably will never know the meaning of life and the answers to those other philosophical questions. I've stopped asking. My dear 24 year old self states: "Is it selfish to live one's own life without much regard to traditional parent-offspring relationships? Are people forever trapped in that dilemma?" Oh man, he's hit it on the head. Fast forward 10 years later and I need an answer. Like now. I won't get into much more but anyone with a brain and knows that I'm married can put two and two together.
