he is so free from the complexities of life and thoughts that most people crave.
his eyes, clear and unburdened, reflect the depth of his heart. it's easy to see his joy and boredom, but fear? it’s almost absent, hidden somewhere deep, if it exists at all.
marc-andré leclerc is the name i will forever remember. his life was so pure, so raw (纯粹). climbing, for him, wasn’t about conquering nature or achieving milestones that others would applaud. it was about an inner dialogue, a silent conversation between himself and the mountain. the stakes were life and death, but his motivation was something deeply personal and spiritual — something that transcended the ordinary.
i am a coward, afraid to confront my fears and limitations head-on. i’ve spent much of my time alone, yet i fear loneliness deeply. for leclerc, though, to be a solo adventurer, to climb alone, solitude was not loneliness. it was a deliberate choice — to stay with his thoughts and instincts, to confront the forces of nature and the fear that comes with being human.
leclerc was brave, but so too was his mom michelle kuipers. how was she able to hold her hands and watch a baby grow in such a fragile life? it's easy to say she understood her unconventional child, but to choose to let him go, the word brave is not enough to describe how strong a woman, a mom she is.
let him go, bearing the constant undercurrent of fear, knowing that each climb could be his last. perhaps the greatest love is not in holding on but in letting go, even when it terrifies you.
please watch the alpinist
let him go.
he is free
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