I was made to climb mountains.

Not everyone was. There are some who know the valleys and riverbeds better than I ever will. They are not wrong for that–just different. They need to be there.

There are some who have made peace with certain heights. They’ve climbed awhile and decided that this is enough for them. They’re not wrong for that–just different. They need to be there.

There are some who will spend a great deal of their life arguing about the existence of the very mountain they’re standing on. They are missing the point. We can talk about the essence of the mountain, but lets do it as we climb.

But for me, constant altitude feels stifling. I may sit down awhile, but I just find myself daydreaming of climbing mountains. When I look up and see the crest of this Mountain disappearing beyond the clouds, all I feel is “just another step”.

It’s not about the climb; it’s about the view. I want to see the view from the top and be taken by it.

The height doesn’t change your possession; it just changes your perspective.

I want to climb mountains.