Nejc Zaplotnik Quotes

Anyone looking for goal will remain empty when it will be reached, but whoever finds a way, will always carry the goal inside.

Bistvena napaka človeka je vsijevanje svojega prepričanja drugim. Če bi vsak lahko sprejel vsakogar takega, kakršen je, in če bi se vsi trudili, da ne bi nikomur škodovali, če si že pomagati ne moremo, ne bi bilo treba nobenih pravil, zakonov, nobenih prepirov, kaj šele vojn in pokolov.

otroci se valjajo v prahu, se smejijo, igrajo in pretepajo, kakor po vsem svetu. In tu, sredi prahu, ljudje umirajo mladi in ne vedo, da po svetu petični starci iz same preobžrtosti nimajo kaj početi.

Smisla ni, cilja ni, le večna pot je v meni, pot in postaje ob njej. več kot desetletje garanja, samoodpovedi, tveganja, sanj in hrepenenja, več kot mesec dni trpljenja štiridesetih mož, samo zato, da sedajle sedim pri kitajski piramidi in ne vem, kaj bi. Toda zakaj bi se človek ukvarjal samo s pustimi stvarmi, za katere ima vedno pripravljen odgovor: to delam zato in zato...

The race across the mountain continued, but the mountains still glowed when it was their time to glow. They still cried when it was time for rain. And they still told you stories, if you only knew how to listen to them. But I was no longer one of those who knew how to listen … who knew how to laugh and cry with them … I was an athlete … I was an alpinist. I spoke of walls and overhangs. I ran and trained and counted my ascents. I fell prey to the folly of categorization, adding up points, comparing myself to others and making myself poorer and poorer. I was turning into a shallow and stupid craftsman. All I saw were numbers, summit heights, sizes of walls, estimations of difficulty. I only saw Roman and Arabic numerals, commas and plus and minus signs. My hands and legs were strong and unstoppable but my head became empty and my heart no longer beat faster because it was being overwhelmed by beauty – only because of physical effort. My path was rapidly turning downhill while the curve of my success continued to rise. One climb became indistinguishable from another. I functioned like a well-oiled machine that will continue to run on empty if no one stops it. And thus the wheels of my machine kept turning without purpose, faster and faster, until my children reminded me that the birds in the forest were still singing.” Excerpt From: Bernadette McDonald. “Alpine Warriors.

Kako me more nekdo ljubiti in obenem trgati od gora, ki so postale moje življenje? Lahko me ljubi, živega mrliča, zunanjo podobo, toda to nisem jaz. Mene ljubiti pa je težko, ker me niti najgloblja čustva niso nikdar vezala na pusti svet vsakdanjosti. Nasprotno! Še več poleta daje mojim sanjam in hrepenenjem. Pripravljen sem bil vedno pustiti vse za seboj, da sem lahko hodil po poti, za katero sem čutil, da me kliče.