
Each day is climbing a mountain.
This hike is new, but it’s familiar. A higher climb. A steeper mountain. The struggle is hearing the loudest voice ever telling you to keep moving, encouraging you forward as time moves slower than ever before. Forward’s the only way.
You’ve struggled similarly, ‘take what the mountain gives you’, your constant refrain, punctuated by a need to push through solitude. Your breath shortens as you fight the fatigue. Exhale on the efforts, inhaling with sweet breath and the soft sounds of your surroundings as you capture and embrace every moment during life’s greatest struggle. Cherishing the time spent, living your challenge.
You’ve got moments to stop and breathe. Moments to take a picture, take in the fresh mountain air – teaching you that the path you’re on is right. You show appreciation and care for those who are on the journey with you.
Panic sets in as you struggle with the pacing of it. Are you going too fast and making the moment too quick? If you slow down too much, we’ll lose sunlight. You take solace in the fact that you’re not alone. Yet, nobody is making it to the top for you. That journey is for you.
You stop to breathe, head in hands, thanking the world for giving you the strength to take THIS next step. You aren’t sure about the pace. You aren’t sure you can finish the climb today. You’ve got a guide, and you’ve got others enduring the struggle with you. But you have to keep climbing. Because you have to make it out.
