I just came back from a 4-day camping trip, all by myself in the Valley of the Jacques-Cartier River. Mean black flies, mosquitos, 15km of hiking, 19km of kayaking… and suddenly you realise that this is exactly like real life but in a sort on condensed version.
You have no choice but to go on and keep walking through the woods because no one is coming to get you. If you don’t think about the best way to go before going through the rapids, you’re taking a big fat chance.
You can only count on yourself, on your capacity to keep going and on your ability to weigh everything in every single decision. You push yourself to the limit because you don’t want to fall or to stop due to a “weakness” of some sort.
Just like in real life…