Identity (a metamorphosis?)

My sister asked me: “Why do you climb?” (it was one of those precious honest moments)

“You know, sometimes I worry about defining my identity so strongly through one aspect of my life…But then I think, how can it possibly be bad when climbing makes my day every time.”

“Nice.” she said. (and meant it)

I smiled.


When Gregor Samsa woke up one morning from unsettling dreams, he found himself changed in his bed into a monstrous vermin. –Franz Kafka

(The whole ‘sole means of identity’ gambit didn’t work out so well for him.)

 

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