You approach your destination, steps from fulfilling a lifelong dream to cross the ocean and trek up that mountain. You’ve survived for weeks on nothing but your determination, conjuring a brutality against the elements that you hoped you possessed but weren’t sure you could muster. But you did, and you did it alone.
Scaling the summit at last, you’re greeted with buses. Row after row of coaches belching pasty-white tourists onto the asphalt in front of you.
Reaching into your pack, you pull out your selfie arm and stretch a smile across your disappointment.
You’ve arrived at your destination, and it’s a million miles from where you ought to be.