Discovering ‘Myself’ on the Unknown Road to Machu Picchu

Written by Michell Cho, in 2024

I finally took a long solo trip. It’s been a really long time since I’ve taken a long solo trip. It’s been 28 years since I went backpacking through Russia and Eastern Europe for four weeks in the summer of 1996. It was a time to look back on my life, which has been so busy running forward, and to reflect on what is truly important in my life. In 1996, when I was in my 20s, I traveled while intensely contemplating questions like —“Who am I?”, “What is the purpose of life?”, “How should a person live to live a meaningful life?”— about the cycle of human birth, aging, illness, and death, and joys and sorrows. Now this recent trip was a time to look back on the past 30 years of my life and make a new commitment to how I live more meaningfully in the next 30 years.

This June, my son graduated from college, and I wanted to treat myself to a vacation after working so hard. I wanted to go to a new place where I did not know anyone for a month or so, do whatever I wanted to do, and relax. While thinking about learning to surf during my vacation, I searched Google to find good surfing resorts in nearby South America and came across a city called Huanchaco in Peru. It was a beautiful small beach town famous for surfing, and it reminded me of a dream I had since my 20s of going to Machu Picchu in Peru, so I decided to make Machu Picchu my destination.

In early July, I arrived in Cusco, the ancient capital of the Inca civilization, and the five-day hike to Machu Picchu was a new challenge for me. I chose the difficult route of climbing Machu Picchu, instead of the convenient bus ride. The physical burden of climbing the steep mountain path was not easy because it was at high altitude. This trip was a journey that challenged the limits of my physical strength, with me struggling to catch my breath.

The first day of the hike was so hard that I thought about giving up, regretting why I even took on this challenge at the age of 50. When I arrived at the campsite at close to 7 pm after walking 22 km (14 miles) from dawn, I didn’t even want to eat dinner because of the pain from head to toe, and I was worried about how I would walk again the next day with this tired body. But strangely enough, when morning came, my body had recovered from a sound night’s sleep, and the pain was gone, and I felt a sense of accomplishment and confidence for having completed the hardest course of the 5-day itinerary.

At that moment, the thought suddenly crossed my mind that our lives are the same. We solve the difficult tasks that life throws at us one by one, and there may be days when we feel so hard that we want to give up, but if we live each day diligently, take on new challenges, and overcome difficulties, we gain a sense of accomplishment and confidence in life, and we find the meaning of life.

Life is a journey, and no one can avoid death. All living beings are born, grow, and mature, and when the time given to them ends, we all return to the embrace of the universe. The moment humans realize that the time given to us is not infinite, we begin to reflect on what is truly important in life.

We may have been living only in pursuit of material wealth and fame, forgetting the meaning of life and what is truly important to us. I looked back on the path I took while climbing the steep road of the mountain. The time of self-reflection in Peru, where I went into my own time and looked inside myself, was a valuable time that made my soul mature one step further. Confucius said that at the age of 50, one reaches a state of understanding the will of heaven. It is an age where one begins to accept life as it is, acknowledging one’s imperfections and embracing destiny. At this age, it’s ok to live authentically, just as I am.

Life is not a race, but a journey.

Hiking Machu Picchu has been on my bucket list for a long time. There are two hiking courses from Cusco to Machu Picchu, the capital of the Inca civilization: the Inca Trail and the Salkantay Trek. There is also a course that takes only two days by bus and train, but what I wanted to do was hike. The Inca Trail has a limited number of tourists per day, so I had to make a reservation at least 3 months in advance. This time, I decided to go on the Salkantay Trek, where I could enjoy more of the natural scenery. I booked a guided hiking tour with a company called Alpaca Tours and arrived in Cusco on July 2nd. I took a break and toured the city to get used to the highlands.

On July 4th, the first day of hiking, at 6 am, we started from the town of Soraypampa, located at 3900 meters above sea level, and climbed up and down to the 4200-meter Human Thai Lake for 2 hours, then walked up a steep trail to the Salkantay Pass, located at 4600 meters above sea level. It was a total course of 22 km (14 miles). The first day of this hike, with snow-covered icebergs in the background, was a day of challenging my physical strength due to low oxygen and steep mountain paths. As I climbed the mountain from dawn, I stopped every few minutes to catch my breath, and I felt like giving up, but I was determined to complete this challenge. Seeing me struggling, Americo, a tour guide, kept telling me, “It’s not a race. Go at your own pace.” Those words somehow encouraged and helped me to climb up one step at a time.

Just like mountain climbing, life is not a race but a journey. Everyone has their own path and journey. Don’t be discouraged or give up because you think you’re falling behind others. If there’s something you want to challenge yourself with, don’t be concerned about what others think or about your age, and try taking action. I remember a conversation with my friend Bill, who works in the same financial consulting field as me.  One day, a client named J, who was 60 years old, came to him with a slightly worried face and asked if it would be financially possible for her to go to law school. She had been saving up her money well and managing it wisely, and when he calculated the scenarios and told her that it would be possible, J’s face brightened and she said, “But my son was against the idea and said this.” , “Mom, you’ll be 63 when you finish law school. Why do you want to do it now?”, So J said. “Son, even if I don’t go to law school, in 3 years I will be 63 years old. I want to be 63 years old while doing what I have been dreaming and wanting to do.” If there is something you want to do now but you are hesitating because of your age or the others’ opinions, what about dreaming again and making a plan? Whether it is a hobby or a new career, take the leap.  When you challenge yourself with new things, overcome difficulties, and focus on today, you cultivate the garden of your body and mind, enriching your life.

About Michelle Cho, CFP, BFA, ChSNC

She graduated from UCSD with a degree in physics and studied high-energy physics at Cornell University for two years before changing her career. Now she runs a financial consulting firm called Echo Wealth Partners. She is a Certified Financial Planner, Behavioral Financial Advisor, and Chartered Special Needs Consultant and helps clients set financial goals based on their values and provides financial planning and overall investment management services. The goal of the company is to help clients improve their quality of life and live a rich and meaningful life through smart financial management and planning.

For the Korean Version

걱정 | Worries

김수영 씀, 03-18-2025 | Sooyoung Kim, Mar-18, 2025

with my morning coffee

 아침 커피를 들고
거실에 앉았다
 
 아무 걱정 없이
 아침을 먹고 있는
 토끼를 본다.
 
 나의 머리는
 분주히
 온갖 주변 사람들 걱정을 시작 한다.
 
 멀리 있는 큰 애는 잘 있는지
 남편은 출근 길이 무사한지
 둘째는 학교에서 아무 일 없는지
 멀리 있는 부모님들도  편안한지..
 
 교회도 절도 안 다니는
 나의 걱정은
 기도로 마무리 된다.
 
 나의 기도는 거창하지 않다
 
 나의 기도는
 주변에 모든 사람들이
 그저 평범한 하루를
 무사히 보내라는
 그런 기도다

누가 뭐라해도
난 토끼장 안의 토끼가 좋다

I sit in the living room
with my morning coffee

I see a rabbit, that is eating breakfast
He does not have any worries.

My mind is busy to worry,
about all the people around me.

Is my older child far away doing well?
Is my husband safe on his way to work?
Is my second child doing well at school?
Is my parents far away comfortable?

I don't go to church or temple.
But my worries always end with my prayer.

My prayers are not grand.

My prayers
are just for everyone around me
to have a normal
and safe day.

No matter what anyone says,
I like the rabbit in the cage.

1996-11, 어둠속의 성

1996 쓰여진 11번째 시, a castle in the dark

11th poem written by Sooyoung Kim, 1996

저기 저기

어…저기..저 시커먼 곳은 어딜까

악..소름 끼쳐  

온통 어둠 뿐이네

아..저기 저기 성이 보여

아둠 속에 성이 있어

저 새는 무얼까

저 새들은 왜 저렇게

눈을 뜨자 그 성은 없어져 버렸네.

손을 대자 그 성은 흩어져 버렸어.

그 성을 찾아

헤맸네

하지만 찾을 수 없었어

이 곳엔 

어둠이라고는 눈곱만큼도 없었거든

난 그 어둠이 궁금했어

너무도 궁금했지

내가 모르는 그 곳이 

너무도 궁금해서

견딜 수 없었어

난 그곳이 어디있는지

그 곳이 어디 있는지

찾아 헤맸지

하지만 

난 눈을 떴고

이제야

난 알게 되었네

내가 그 곳에 

내 한 다리를 

디디고 서 있음을

Over there

uh…there… where is that black sight?

Oh…it’s creepy  

There’s only darkness

Ah… I see a castle over there.

There is a castle in the dark

What are those birds?

Why are those birds like that?

When I opened my eyes, the castle was gone.

As soon as I touched it, the castle fell apart.

I wandered to

find that castle

I wandered

But I couldn’t find it.

In this place 

There wasn’t even the slightest hint of darkness.

I was curious about that darkness

I was so curious

That place I don’t know 

I’m so curious

I couldn’t bear it

I don’t know where it is

Where is that place

I searched for it

but 

I opened my eyes

Now

I found out

I’m standing

my one leg on the darkness

Positive characteristics

Think how much you/I have positive characteristics

  • Accurate
  • Adaptable
  • Careful
  • Competent
  • Considerate
  • Cooperative
  • Dependable
  • Determined
  • Diligent
  • Driven
  • Efficient
  • Empathic
  • Energetic
  • Enthusiastic
  • Fair
  • Focused
  • Good-natured
  • Helpful
  • Honest
  • Intelligent
  • Loyal
  • Nice
  • Open-minded
  • Patient
  • Perceptive
  • Precise
  • Predictable
  • Prompt
  • Purposeful
  • Reliable
  • Resourceful
  • Respectful
  • Responsible
  • Self-motivated
  • Sincere
  • Skilled
  • Tactful
  • Team player
  • Tenacious
  • Tolerant
  • Trustworthy
  • Warm

    Korean Movie, Festival, 1996

    Full movie: clink here

    Today, I hope to mention cultural differences in death in Korea and the US. I do not say there are differences between Asia and Western because I do not want to generalize too much, and I do not know about any other countries. 

    There were several differences between funerals in Korea when I was young and Western funerals, but currently, many Koreans have started following the Western style and/or mixed form of them.

    To understand funerals and deaths in Korea, 

    Maybe we should mention the Korean word, 돌아가다 (Die), our Korean word of 돌아가다 (Die) means also “Return”.

    So Dying is Returning to original home place, and usually, funeral is a bigger festival than any other souvenir days such as birth and wedding.

    In the movie, you could see white Korean dress and a white ribbon hair pin, which relatives and related people wear when someone dies. 

    Whereas  the Westerners wear black. 

    And the person who died, wore hemp clothes. Hemp is one of the best clothes that returns to the dust and returns to nature. 

    Sometimes, the elderly and seniors in Korea prepare their own hemp before dying.

    Also, direct children, usually men, also wear hemp clothes.  

    Also, you should understand the splendid, and even gorgeous carrier called  상여 (Sang-yeo) used to move died person from the funeral festival place to  the grave site called 장지 (Jangi).

    This Sangyeo is currently located at Chuncheon National Museum

    20-30 years ago, when I was a kid, there were a kind of 49, 100 or 150 times praying /ancestral rites to wish that person who died, go to a good place. In that case, every week, relatives gather at some place usually a temple, where sometimes, a monk danced to make a wish to return well together.    

    I/my generation may be the last generation to see and attend this Korean culture.

    Please visit the link if you want to see a monk dancing called Seungmu. 

    Body Temperature

    Near death

    Long ago, in the 1980s, when we visited community pediatric centers, the first thing for a nurse to do was to put a thermometer under armpit (axillary). Also, sometimes, nurses measured my body temperature from under my tongue. I do not know exactly when we started using forehead scanners at home, but when my first daughter was born, I obtained a scanner type thermometer, and we are still using it. In Korea, we use the measure unit °C, instead of °F in the USA. The average normal body temperature is 36 °C. When the temporal forehead scanner indicates over 38 °C, I use acetaminophen (Tylenol) and ibuprofen (usually Motrin) at over 8-hour intervals. My family members respond well to Tylenol, but we use two different medicines alternately because the liver might need more time to recover. I also like watery handkerchiefs and cooling sheets (hydrogel patches, easy to get in Korea) for my kids.

    Maybe you know that a high fever could damage our organs. Maybe you hear that someone becomes deaf after a high fever, or even death. One of my friends lost his voice with fever. I had been sick with high fevers (over 38 °C) when I was in the first grade of elementary school, maybe for a whole winter break. I recovered a week (or three days) before the second grade started from my deadly fever. What I remember now is that I was hospitalized for one month. I used a very big personal room with two beds. I used one bed and another bed, which mom usually occupied. I got a lot of presents from relatives and friends. I had IV injections all the time that they called Ringel. I do not know exactly what Ringel is. I thought that IV was Ringel, but maybe not really. I just guess now that Ringer IV was just helping with anti-dehydration and/or anti-inflammation agents. I also sometimes got nutrient IV because I could not eat normal foods and I could not have normal bowel movement. Fever made me eat and poop like a baby or less than an infant. I liked Cerelac (baby food power) more than any other Korean Juk (porridge). Nurses really wanted to check my poops all the time. Fever really made me hard to poop. I remember poop was like rabbit poops, maybe due to dehydration. However, my memory is not bad. Maybe I was too young to know about death. I was too busy to think of death and sickness. I enjoyed my hospitalization because I had a lot of new toys and I met a friend (a daughter from the hospital owner or related persons??, maybe a doctor’s daughter, I guess). I do not know her well except that she was a similar aged girl, because I never met her again after my release. I even missed her and the hospital because I hoped to see her again. She showed me here and there – the complexity of hospital, a long hallway, shortcuts – and even led me to the hospital rooftop (the top of four-story building). She once took some fancy bandages and syringes, and we played doctor and patient. I do not know which diseases I had. I heard doctors did not know what I had.

    One day, my fever seemed to be going up, because I heard that a nurse who visited me in the morning, yelled, “Alcohol pad, high fever.” Suddenly, all the nurses and doctors came to me, and mom and dad were there together. At the moment, I could not speak out, but when an alcohol pad (a very big and orange rubber bag, if my memory is right) rubbed me, I bad-mouthed in my thought, “Who said that nurses are White Angels, They are not good”. The alcohol pad was really freezing and a pain in itself to me.

    Suddenly, I felt my room whirling to me like water in a funnel, and all sounds in my room overwhelmed me, and I saw a bright light (maybe my brain works something ??); light is not a single object, just the room was full with Brightness. and I heard me shouting a Buddha’s name, “Gwansembosal”. I do not know why I shouted. Actually, shouting was a shame to me, and I was surprised with my shouting, and they (doctors and nurses) were also surprised of my shouting “Gwansembosal”. Google translator is saying that “Gwansembosal” in Korean is “Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva”. In Korea, Gwansembosal is the best of the Buddhas that I heard from my grandma. I was a kid who loved Buddha Kid story books published by Buddha temples. After my shouting or seeing Light, like a lie, my fever had gone, and 3 days later, I was released from a hospital (the hospital name was Chunchon Jail Hospital). I thought that I was unLuck because I should return to school without any absence, because I was recovered just on time. I remember when I had the first shower at home, it was a big deal to whole family members. They were all concerned and checked the bath temperature and the air temperature. When I recovered, I missed my baby food, so I teased mom and got a new baby food can, but when I got them, it was not yummy any more, even yucky. So I know that our body knows what we need sometimes automatically based on our conditions. I heard that I was lucky because my high fever did not damage any part of my body and even my mind. This might be my first Near-Death story when I was in the first grade of elementary school.

    What I wanted to tell was not my fever story,…is the below!!

    Measurement methodNormal temperature range
    Temporal (forehead)36.6°C to 37.8°C (97.9°F to 100.1°F );
    Tympanic (ear)35.8°C to 38°C (96.4°F to 100.4°F );
    35.C to 37.8°C (96.3°F to 100°F );
    Oral35.5°C to 37.5°C (95.9°F to 99.5°F )
    Axillary (armpit)34.7°C to 37.3°C (94.5°F to 99.1°F )
    Rectal36.6°C to 38°C (97.9°F to 100.4°F )
    reference: Corpus ID: 3071933, Leduc et al., 2023, Medicine; baptis-health.com

    Design a site like this with WordPress.com
    Get started