I am staring up at a mountain.
I often think of a mountain as a metaphor.
For life’s endless Journeys.
For the lessons that are endless.
For the work that needs to be done.
For tomorrow’s wisdom that seems so slow in becoming.
For the uphill battle.
For the relief that is felt every time we reach a goal.
For the natural high that comes from doing well and reaching the top.
For the ease of going downward.
For the inevitability of going upward again.
For the pain, the sweat, the tears, the fun and everything in between.