Trekking adventures - From complexity to clarity

What complicates life, I believe, is not what happens to us — but the context in which we live it.

Each of us walks through life carrying a story. A story shaped by our experiences, encounters, and the countless decisions we are forced to make. Over time, this story becomes our worldview. We’re led to believe we’re in control — that we shape our destiny with careful choices. But if you look closely, every decision we make is already shaped by what we’ve lived through. We’re not really in control. Yet we cling to the illusion that we are.

And that’s where conflict begins — where differences in perception take root. Because each person sees the world through their own lens. Their version of reality feels right, and the more they experience, the more their belief hardens. More disagreement, more friction, and even more reinforcement of the same views.

But everything changes when we step outside that context.

In the presence of nature — vast, untouched, and free — things become clearer. We begin to understand how little truly matters. Conflict is ok. Like they say, the twain shall never meet, and that’s perfectly fine. Standing before something as magnificent as a mountain range, we are humbled. We are reminded of how small we really are — how insignificant our stories and emotions are in the grand scheme of things.

And strangely, that realization is not depressing — it’s freeing.

When we see ourselves as just another part of the universe, no more or less important than anyone else, the mind begins to quiet. The heavy, dramatic narrative it’s been playing starts to fade. And suddenly, laughter arises. Not from denial, but from lightness. From acceptance. From understanding that there are no problems — only circumstances.

And the key is this: if we can learn to laugh in those circumstances, not after them, we’ve already begun to master the art of living.

For me, nothing brings this clarity like the mountains do.

Mountains aren’t just majestic — they are sacred. When they become temples, they elevate the spirit. And when they’re known as the abodes of Mahadev, they become something else entirely: reminders of who we really are beneath the noise. In their presence, the weight lifts. The mind clears. And the heart softens.

It’s where I come closest to meeting myself.

So here’s a quiet thank you to Trekkenture — for yet another journey that pulled me away from the unreal and placed me firmly in the lap of what’s real. Another week of simplicity, stillness, and surrender. Another escape that left me a little lighter, a little clearer, and a little more present.