Hiking § continuous adaptation

About changing directions, continuously adapting to a changing environment. Remembrance of this:

This ever so strange sailing maneuver called hiking. Boats and life aren't best sailed upright, in a calm and perpendicular manner to an average flat mass of wavy water, as our intuition draws for us. There are unnatural tensions applied for the best course, and sometimes that best course demands to appear outside of oneself, of the boat, pulling it in inhuman manners, close to the surface. Often the best course demands a curve, facing the wind head on for a while, a giant boomerang effect like a spacecraft nearing a planet fast enough to virtually ricochet towards uncanny speeds. Life curved routes and acrobatic handling of our ropes rarely appear in the open, we see others in their perpendicular steady ways, or at least believe so, as they may perceive us in identical distorted ways, misidentifying our trajectory and misrepresenting how we learnt to direct our life-ship. Struggling to get from A to B can be harder when it seems others do it easily, linearly. There are poetics, physics, music, and economy in being a human-pilot. The many ways in which best adjustments to situations go against our natural instincts and intuition need to be written down, they really should be, for being a proper human requires chasing and acquiring what seemed unnatural at first, as steadiness requires adaptive bending, and transitions force us to reconcile distant corners. Wavering, finding new moving patterns, distortion, gliding. Meditations on life movements.