Reflect, for a moment, if you will, on your ever-evolving summit… For, you have climbed this climb several times…
You are climbing to the top of the mountain and you know you’re almost there. You can taste the sweet satisfaction in the air, you can feel the sinking of your feet syncing with each path they meet. That feeling is everything. And you want to revel in that feeling and live in that feeling and dance with that feeling.
Now you have found your rhythm. Now you’re making love to the exploration of this wild climb, making love to the exploration of yourself. It is then, that the dew drops of elation stream through you like the rivers run wild and free. You feel like you’re right where you’re meant to be. You’re moving forward, you can see the top.
And then, perhaps from out of nowhere, a gust of wind comes and knocks you down to the ground, or swiftly sweeps you off of your feet, depending upon perception, that is. And you find yourself back from whence you came, which is merely upon speculation, you see, you cannot go back to the start in this game. Continue reading “The ever-evolving summit…”