Even though it is the second highest mountain in the world, after Mount Everest, K2, at 28,251 feet, is a much harder, more dangerous climb due to the inclement weather and greater height from the base to the peak. It is called, the Savage Mountain, due to the many lives it has claimed. To compare, over 2,700 climbers have ascended Everest, while around 302 people have completed the ascent from K2.
Why am I telling you this? Have I done this myself? No, I have not, but I will explain. My writing career has been my K2, my metaphor for the long and difficult climb to the top, or, if you will, to the finish line of the race. Where am I now? I would have to say that I am now on the shoulder of K2. I still have to make it to the top by going through the Bottleneck, a dangerous climb that is very close to a wall of seracs that form an ice cliff to the east of the summit. But, I am determined to make it.
We all have our own K2s if we long to make a difference in the world. We weren’t promised that life would be easy, nor did we get a glimpse ahead into the incredible hardships, the trials, the times when we would want to give up, but didn’t. Sometimes, the storms were so fierce they almost blew us off the mountain. Sometimes, the cold made it hard to think and made us question ourselves and why we were writing at all. Sometimes, unthinking, unfeeling people made us question our sanity. Why are we writing? Why didn’t God make me a zoo keeper, anything but a writer? It hurts too much. It’s too hard. No one understands us.
But, if you are like me, to not write is to not breathe. Words are my life force, my passion, my purpose. I fear what would happen to me if I couldn’t write. It is what I am supposed to do. I know this in the very depths of my soul.
So, the question is…how do we go on? How do we even begin? We check the weather and our equipment. We eat a meal. We say a prayer. Then, we take a deep breath, and start walking.
(C) Anne Mount 2015