Meaning in Mountain Climbing
Some people climb mountains by choice. Chasing adventure, the rush, the beauty of nature, the glory, or the fame they go out of their way to find majestic hills to venture up.
But then there are the mountain climbers who climb out of necessity. They climb because, on the journey of life, they've been placed at the foot of a mountain range and over is the only way through. The thing about this kind of mountain climbing is that you don't feel brave while you're doing it. You didn't choose to climb for sport or for fame or for glory. You don't feel exhilarated by the beautiful view, for you never have time to stop and take it in. Desperate you cling to the side of the mountain as you scramble for footholds and fight to catch your breath. Rain beats down on your back as the slope grows slipperier. Sometimes it's all you can do to hang on for dear life and to hope that by morning your strength will return to propel you up the steep terrain.
No, you don't feel brave in these moments of terror. You feel exhausted, pushed to your limit, terrified, defeated and alone. But as you climb for your life or hang on in despair, You. Are. Brave. You are beauty. You are strength. And someday, when you reach a landing, a place to look back over where you have been, you will notice that strength has developed, tenacity has grown, and that you are a warrior who's fought through life's battles and realized that way back at the beginning and in every moment since, you DID have a choice. But you never chose to give up.
But then there are the mountain climbers who climb out of necessity. They climb because, on the journey of life, they've been placed at the foot of a mountain range and over is the only way through. The thing about this kind of mountain climbing is that you don't feel brave while you're doing it. You didn't choose to climb for sport or for fame or for glory. You don't feel exhilarated by the beautiful view, for you never have time to stop and take it in. Desperate you cling to the side of the mountain as you scramble for footholds and fight to catch your breath. Rain beats down on your back as the slope grows slipperier. Sometimes it's all you can do to hang on for dear life and to hope that by morning your strength will return to propel you up the steep terrain.
No, you don't feel brave in these moments of terror. You feel exhausted, pushed to your limit, terrified, defeated and alone. But as you climb for your life or hang on in despair, You. Are. Brave. You are beauty. You are strength. And someday, when you reach a landing, a place to look back over where you have been, you will notice that strength has developed, tenacity has grown, and that you are a warrior who's fought through life's battles and realized that way back at the beginning and in every moment since, you DID have a choice. But you never chose to give up.
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