It may all have started as a pleasant walk
A careless journey, free from the dreaded expectation that one can feel today
However, step by step, you went forward, and before even realising it, you started climbing.
Past fellows are now gone
They've taken another path, lost in the fog of possibilities
Only a few remain, that have started climbing on their own
So look up now, and as you climb one rock after the other, know there is joy in this struggle
The peak, hidden by a veil of mist, is never to be seen, nor conquered, for it is merely but an illusion
The thought of reaching it has no purpose but sustaining you
No, indeed. The purpose of the climb is the climb itself
It is an endless journey with friends, yet alone
Beware of the fall
The world down there is no longer the one you knew
And the more you go back down, the more regrets will grow in you
As you sweat, bleed and wonder what other paths could have been
You may find what you were looking for
The fulllfillness
The feeling of being exactly where you belong, peace of mind within reach
Yet, this is another gamble on the lottery of paths
Despite all you have given, all your efforts and all your strength
You might end up finding nothing but bitterness
So climb, and feel it. And if you look down
Remember to smile at your past blood and sweat-stained rocks that stand below
For they have carved what you are