happy valley-ing my cares away

Nothing better than the cold wind whipping around you as you ski down a green circle hill at Blue Mountain. I find that in life, sometimes people are searching for a constant thrill, to consistently increase the adrenaline rush with each succeeding activity. While being complacent and plateauing is not desirable, why do people need to live for the extremes? Sure, we need something to pick us up every now and then, but why can't happiness, just be that, just happiness. Sometimes exciting, sometimes calming, random surprises here and there, never boring. But that's just me.

For some people, racing down double diamonds, searching for bigger and better hills is what they love. For me, Happy Valley is the place for me. They really did name that hill well. You can rush straight down and feel the adrenaline, or you could slowly go down, twisting and turning, or you could just go down at a relaxing pace, enjoying the scenery and watching people woosh by. You can choose to take the long turn around, or speed down that steep hill instead.

The fun part of the hill sometimes is all the people around. It's a nice reminder that in life, some people speed by, entering your life at a fast pace, but leaving it as well. Some people go slowly down, taking their time, maybe making a couple mistakes and falling here and there. You can choose to help them, to wait for them and follow them down the hill, to be that friend who sticks with them through everything, even if it's hurting them or sometimes making the hard decision to leave them behind. Then there are those who keep pace with you. Sometimes you might go faster, sometimes they may go faster. But no matter what they're with you till the end.

No matter how fast or how slow you go, no matter how many times you'll fall down, you always know that you'll make it to the end of the hill, because it's Happy Valley, and everyone makes it down there.