Sometimes I find myself climbing mountains. Sometimes I climb statues. Sometimes I am the bystander watching someone else climb an obstacle they need to overcome in their life. Most of the time we find ourselves on top of what ever we tried to mount. Thinking, how the hell did I get here? How the heck did I make it?
Sometimes though, climbing has its casualties. And I suppose. That’s what make climbing so exciting. Even when you, yourself, is the one falling casualty to someone’s strife to reach new heights. It is ok. Your way back, is your mountain to climb. And we all need those mountains. And so we climb.