It wouldn’t be life if there weren’t any mountains to climb. Sometimes I wonder when I’m finally going to be able to get to the top of the one I am hiking up. It can be so exhausting that all the energy I have left is used in the tears that fall on the dirt beneath my feet. I feel like I can no longer move on and the way I came seems like such an easier way to go.
But then, just as I am about to turn around and head back the way I came, a slight breeze breathes against my face and it makes me aware of where I truly am. I am in the middle of an amazing journey, it is called life. The cool air dries my tears on my face and I can finally begin to breathe again.
Life is a mountain range. If you decide to stop climbing, then you are choosing to give up on the opportunities life has set ahead for you. If you choose to stop working hard and give up, then you are wasting the only time you have on this beautiful planet. There is day and night for a reason, it give each person the opportunity to start again every time we welcome the sun’s rays onto our faces. I just hope that I will be able to feel them from the top of this mountain. I hope that I will sweat, work, climb, and cry all the way to the top, because when I finally get to the top, for just a moment, I will be at complete and utter peace.