“From as early as I can remember, there was a mountain in my mind. Majestic. Magnetic.”
“That mountain, the one I once called hope, started to feel like a judgment. A reminder of how far I still had to go. I saw others standing at the top, waving, smiling, shouting down, See? It’s easy. Just climb.”
“I started to wonder if maybe it wasn’t my mountain. Maybe I was meant to want something else. Maybe life really is about accepting your limits, lowering your gaze, learning to love a different view.”
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