I spent a couple months in Montana this past summer. We would hike and camp in the mountains quite a bit, so needless to say I spent much of my summer climbing or sleeping on the ground of a mountain. Nothing compares to standing on top of a mountain that you've just conquered with sweat and determination. You are on top of the world, and no one can take that away from you.
Each person has their on mountains they climb. Conquering these mountains is one thing we as human beings deal with on a day to day basis.
With mountains, come valleys.
Sometimes it seems as though there are more valleys in our lives than mountains. At times my life looks like rolling hills. Smoothly moving through the days. No ups and downs. Just average. Other times it's a downward slope that has no end. But it does. And I choose that ending. There are two paths. I choose. And sometimes, but not as often it looks like Mt Everest times ten. Real high. Than real low. Then real high. And so on. Rarely it is flat. No meaning. No beauty in the eye of the beholder. Nothing. Like the West Texas plains. The lowest of the lowest.
