This is what keeps us all going, as artists. We know that there is a peak to be reached and that when we get to that peak, the view will be amazing. We also know that it’s a momentary experience. One to be savoured, to be sure, but you can’t stay there. You have to move on. Perhaps to the next peak. Perhaps back to a warm and cozy place, to reminisce about your experience. It makes very little difference.
Many years ago, I worked with a colleague and friend that had climbed Everest. Due to equipment failure, he had to take his gloves off to fix his gear (or perish) and he lost most of his fingers to frostbite, as a consequence. What was amazing to me was that he had no regrets. The view was worth the climb.
So when you’re engaged in your struggle and the whole enterprise borders on feeling like some kind of pointless insanity, or even if the relentless trek onwards becomes mundane drudgery, always remember the view that awaits you at the summit.
Thanks to Tim Finn for the inspiration for this post: