running mountains

My  colleague Ilija Gubic (situated – through the United Nations – in Manila, Philippines), and I (situated – through me – in Thessaloniki, Greece), are writing a paper on some post disaster processes, and as I was glancing on the first rough draft, ready to further our research and speculative findings, I misread my chapter of “The psychological security of historicity” as “The psychological security of hypocricity” which word (hypocricity) does not really exist, but nevertheless was totally fit to the present condition of far-fetched hopes and ambitions, seeming completely right to the eye and the ear. And the gut instinct.

Hypocrisy, is the correct word, of course.

Inevitably leading to the sociological need for ‘polite hypocrisy’.  Take the Greek climate, for example: The air is so indescribably fresh and sunny and the views so benevolently aspiring, yet the impenetrable wall that one faces in pursuit of striding through life in meaningful and marvelous amplitude and rapidity, scatters when faced with the armature of sole dependence and meritocratic hope.  Is making it pure luck, or pure persistence, or both?

Time is so precious, and relying on pure persistence is purely unfair.  Of course, through history, millions have stated life not to be equitable, yet a million more have stated mottos and sayings about dreams, goals, positive thinking and eventual success. Those who write about it in a questionable fashion, have been thought to be the doubters and inane thinkers; digging through their presumed failure to rise above.  Isn’t that so?

In any case, my generation statistically holds the shorter side of the stick, and the hills we have to trespass are far rockier than what they used to be. (Even though I despise statistics especially when faced with the necessary romantic alternative of dream-hunting !)

Is this (short stick) why more people have set out to run on mountains and experience the physical and mental suffering of breath shortage, burning muscles, and fatiguing limbs while surrounded by the insecurity of nature’s unpredictability and roughness? Because the allegory of life has given them the solid reference point to endure more than they once used to?

The psychological security of hypocrisy is what one brings out, or what one wishes to have been, while thinking and feeling otherwise.  One finds it in ‘friends’, in all types of relationships, and at times, within one’s self.  Security, above all, for survival.

I say no, because insecurity is better fit.  Striving above and outside comfort zones. Risking. Looking for higher energy levels, even if they only exist in one’s mind as yet an abstract hypothesis of possibility. That’s maybe how to move forward, and how a land maybe eventually becomes as beautiful and as addicting as it in fact looks.

If hypocrisy is security, which seems to be, I suggest to start running some mountains.  But be sure to make it down again.

forest _5_Stefanie Leontiadis

Forest of the first encounter_by Stefanie Leontiadis

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