Passionate Pursuits: From ardor to abortive beginnings and repeat attempts
My Recently Failed Grand Adventure: A Tale of Over-enthusiasm and Under-preparedness
In the quest of fulfilling a childhood dream, I embarked on what I thought would be a smooth journey. Armed with ardor that could rival a modern-day phoenix, I jumped headfirst into a challenge I thought I was destined to conquer. Little did I know, I would emerge not as a synchronized swimmer, but as a battle-scarred warrior who learned a valuable lesson.
Reminds me of my brief escapade up Aburi Mountain Drive — a 4.2 km trek in Ghana's Eastern Region. A friend had summoned me for the hike, and I thought to myself, "Why not?" In my age, ambition and audacity reign supreme, gradually erasing any semblance of failure from our vocabulary.
We had planned to commence the walk at 5:30 am, and concluded it before midday. I was ready, coordinated in my workout gear, alarm set, smartwatch on charge, and steps eagerly waiting to be counted. I had even abstained from eating the night before for lighter steps. Spoiler alert: my reasoning was questionable.
As the sun began to rise, my friends took off, leaving me to stretch first, convinced that they didn't understand the importance of warming up before a grueling workout. I smiled, for I believed I would soon surpass them with minimal effort. The memories of my glory days as a high school athlete still lingered, and I assumed they were eternal.
But, alas, I was a dwelling relic of a bygone era, and the past few decades had passed behind an office desk. My lack of recent physical activity and overestimation of my abilities soon became apparent.
The once-bouncy strut began to slow, replaced by a struggle to keep moving, as my ill-prepared and out-of-shape body rebelled. My ever-growing chest tightened, my breath snatched away, and theocolatey mountainside kicked my rear, but I pressed on, believing in my unyielding potential. You see, I was Aztec in my mind, determined to conquer the mountain for the sheer satisfaction of victory.
As the minutes stretched into hours, I began to worry. I couldn't find my friends, and the scale of the mountain's grandeur was only growing in my eyes. I was certain that my failure was imminent, that I was doomed to a fate of defeat and embarrassment.
But then, salvation appeared in the form of an enthusiastic stranger, who, without question or hesitation, vowed to guide me to the peak. I relinquished control, knowing that I, the emperor of exercise, could not falter in this climb.
Like Romeo meeting his Juliet for the first time, our journey unfolded, only for the worm to turn. Several minutes later, a seemingly small incline became an insurmountable slope, and my legs surrendered under the weight of my unbridled enthusiasm. With each stabbing pain and labored breath, I felt my body collapse in on itself. But, selfish as it may sound, I couldn't admit defeat, not then, not ever.
As the ground gave way beneath me, darkness swallowed me whole. I couldn't see straight, and my heart threatened to leap from its chest, my limbs buzzed with a thousand pins and needles, and confusion weighed heavy on my thoughts.
The stranger, realizing my plight, dashed back to help me, flooding my parched lips with cool, soothing water. In an instant, my world was rescued from the precipice of extinction, and I vowed to never let my overconfidence cloud my judgment again.
Embarrassed and defeated, I returned home, taking stock of the lessons I had learned. It was clear that my over-enthusiasm had clouded my judgment and that I must adopt a more measured approach when pursuing my dreams. I resolved to prepare better, seek guidance, and break my journey into manageable pieces. For this god, who had tasted the bitter pill of humility, understood that true victory lies in patience, perseverance, and prudence.
So, if you find yourself embarking on a treacherous climb or facing a seemingly insurmountable challenge, remember the tale of this humbled god and tame your ardor. Allow yourself the time to prepare, the willingness to learn, and the ability to adapt. And, above all, embrace the bumps in the road as stepping stones to success, for it is often in failure that we discover our true resolve.
The Writer: A Myth-Maker, Verse-Weaver, and Philosopher
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In the pursuit of my dreams, I must curb my over-enthusiasm and ensure I am well-prepared, lest I encounter another humbling episode like the Aburi Mountain fiasco. The business of health and wellness requires more than just ambition; it demands a comprehensive report on my physical readiness and a dedication to fitness and exercise.
As I strive for personal growth, I must seek guidance not only from the science of health but also from the wisdom of the elder generation, much like the enthusiastic stranger who facilitated my descent from Aburi Mountain. Education and self-development are crucial pillars in this journey, ensuring I am equipped with knowledge and resilience to face setbacks.
Ultimately, my lifestyle should be a harmonious blend of health and wellness, balanced with discipline, perseverance, and an openness to learn and adapt. This summit, much like Aburi Mountain, stands as a testament to my perseverance and serves as a beacon of hope for the youth, who face countless challenges in their quest for success. May the spirit of the myth-maker, verse-weaver, and philosopher within each of us become our guiding light in the face of adversity.
W.H. Mensa
The Myth-Maker, Verse-Weaver, and Philosopher
Email: [email protected]
Phone: 0244691124
