The problem with climbing a mountain
is that at the peak, you’re on top of the world,
but the bottom is still there,
it’s just a much further fall now.
The problem with climbing a mountain
is that at the peak, you’re on top of the world,
but the bottom is still there,
it’s just a much further fall now.
I love it up here.
The mountains are beautiful.
Please don’t make me leave.
When I’m up this high,
everything is different.
Life in the mountains
is vivid and brand new.
When I’m at the top
I almost touch the sky.
For once looking down,
is encouraged here so
you don’t miss the view
that is in front of you.
From here on out I
will always be looking
up and trying to
remember this feeling.
I feel so alive
and like I will conquer
what is thrown my way.
My perspective is fresh.
I’m a new person.
I’m on the top of the world.
My world is different.
Everything has changed.
I found myself here.
I’m never coming down.
There’s nothing like an
eleven hour
drive through the mountains
through a small blizzard
to make you question
all your life choices.
It was difficult.
It was a struggle.
This “short” little drive
mentally broke me,
and yet I made it.
I made it to the
good part; the bright side.
It got much better.
Life is a blizzard
and I hope this one
dissipates as well.
I want the good part;
the end of the storm.
I’m finally happy.
I want this feeling
to last for awhile.