The Speechless Storyteller

It’s a weird feeling. The moment when you’re looking around and you simultaneously want to describe everything you’re seeing and feeling to everyone you know, but yet somehow can’t seem to find the right words.

It happens when you least expect it. One second you’re trudging uphill, out of breath and unable to concentrate on anything except how much your feet hurt, the next second you’re rounding a corner and your breathing stops and your feet stop moving — only it’s not because of the pain. It’s because you just came around a corner and saw something so beautiful you remember why you bothered to walk on through the pain in the first place. 

It was for this moment, though you were never sure exactly when this moment might be, that you kept going for. That you pushed yourself for. That for which you decided, “This is all worth it.”

And you’re not wrong.

These moments happen at different times and different places to different people for different reasons, but they do happen.

And once they do, after the initial shock wears off and you gain the ability to articulate some piece of what you’re thinking and feeling again, you’re left with an overwhelming feeling to share it. All of it. The pain, the parts where you thought you might quit, the second guessing, the parts where you realized you weren’t going to quit, the home stretch that seemed to last a lifetime; and the part where, after all these other things had passed, that you finally made it.

Maybe you made it to the top of the 14er. Maybe you made it to the city you’d been waiting your entire life to see. Or maybe you were walking down your street for the thousandth time and for some reason it all looked different.

Whatever it was, it changed you. And whether you traveled a mile or a hundred miles or a thousand miles to get to there doesn’t matter.

What matters is, what are you going to do now that you’re there?

Quote by Ibn Battuta. Image created by me using Adobe Illustrator.
Quote by Ibn Battuta. Image created by me using Adobe Illustrator.

12 thoughts on “The Speechless Storyteller

  1. I love the way you described your experience,sometimes when I want to write something my though does not coordinate with , what i want to write , but you can tell everything by story telling..and that is reason that writing is a skill.

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  2. Excellent post. In a way, the journey is more fulfilling than the final destination. You just can’t appreciate that kind of sentiment until you experience it for yourself!

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    1. Not that challenges don’t count if one doesn’t survive, but rather more that when (or admittedly, if) you emerge on the other side of them and do manage to survive, you can see the significance of what you went through a little easier perhaps, and can remember that and/or use that as momentum as you move forward to what’s next. Hopefully that clarifies a little bit what I meant, and thanks for giving me an alternative to consider.

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