Life is like hiking a mountain. You start from the bottom. It’s rough, rocky, and you have to climb a lot. After about five minutes, you feel tired, weak, and you really just want to turn around, but you find some determination deep down inside to carry on. You keep pushing yourself, pressing harder, knowing that the end result is so close, but you have to keep going. You keep climbing, higher and higher. The pathway is narrow, steep, and when you look down, fear crawls up your spine, and tingles on your skin, but you push it aside, and keep climbing, reminding yourself of that end result. It’s so close, yet so far away. You’re getting higher, and closer, and finally, your end destination is in sight. Your breathing gets heavier, as your start going a little faster, reaching out to the end. Finally, you make it. You stop, hands on your knees, breathing in the fresh, beautiful air. You look up, and are caught breathless by the intake of so much beauty.
Was climbing the mountain worth it? Was the end result worth it? Is the sore legs, tired arms, and heavy breathing worth the beauty you saw when you reached the top?
It’s not easy; life. It never will be easy. I think life is best, when you work hard for things you want in life, when you put in the time and effort and work to earn what you want in life, when you start from the utmost bottom, and climb, even though you’re tired, sick, weak, or hurt. Take the pain and the anger and negativity, and use that as fuel to help you climb that mountain, and release it as you go, and intake love, and passion, and positivity. Then get on that mountain, and climb it. I promise your breakthrough; your end result; the top of the mountain is much closer than you think.