I'm a Climber. I take trips to the crag and climbing gym and I work on new routes and problems, and I love it. The climbing community is one like no other and there's always someone to lend some helpful beta or cheer you on when you top out that new boulder problem you've been working on. Everybody is so kind, helpful, and welcoming and it's just like a unique family of people who are like minded and just as crazy as you are. Plus it's always great to have a conversation with someone who's just as enthusiastic as you are and can share in your excitement without having to ask what all the jargon means!
As much as I love it I can't help but have those days where I feel like climbing is so stupid. Every once in a while I'll be perched on a ledge somewhere hundreds of feet up and just wonder, why am I even doing this? Why am I putting so much effort into getting up to the anchor, just to come down again? Usually at that point I call it a day and come down to go do some hiking or swim in the river.
In reality I'm actually glad for those days, the once in the blue moon that I actually don't feel like climbing. In a way it sorta reminds me I'm not totally addicted to it. I mean, You never see a drug addict decide " hey, I don't feeling smoking crack today, I think I'll just take the day off"
When those days come I try to ask myself why I climb. Why am I putting so much effort into a sport route I will complete just to lower down or a bouldering problem I'll top out just to come jumping back down on an old crash pad? The best answer I usually come to is the simple fact that it's so much fun and deeply satisfying both mentally and physically.
There will always be those days that I feel like what I'm doing is stupid, but that's true with everything in life. Every sport when broken down to its simplest forms are usually stupid. Every Mountain is climbed, just to come back down again. We get out of bed just to go back asleep again. We are born to die. This is probably why humans go to such lengths to try and create symbols and meaning to our lives. It can be difficult to look realistically at the true emptiness of our lives. The reality of the insignificance of our selves. This is why in life we have to create our own meaning by doing what will make ourselves happy, because what else matters? I like to think that when I go climbing I'm not just going up to come back down again, I'm conquering some other aspect of my life. I'm satisfying my will for adventure and my love of nature. So sometimes it's good to have those days where I just can't find sense in what I'm doing because it's in those moments where I actually find myself humbled by it. Humbled by our earth and life, and what a small role I play in it all.