But as I was waiting for the bus on the way home from church today, I could see in the distance the top of the ridge above the Flat Irons; a bit of light shining on it, among a swirl of clouds.
I said to myself, “I want to climb that someday.”
Then the small voice inside said, “Why are you in college, studying philosophy, when you could have finished your degree almost two years ago, and been working in a safe, 40 hour/week job, and a two week vacation after 5 years or so?”
And I realized that all that I’ve been complaining and crying about are those tough spots in the trail; when I have made it past the tree line, and the trail is steep, the air is thin, I’m really tired.
I can turn around and see how far I’ve come and I can look ahead and see the summit.
I found some more great words on mountains posted on Bonita Jewel's blog "What's the Purpose of Life" here.