There’s something powerfully metaphorical about standing at the highest peak of a mountain after hiking all day and looking out at the view.
The climb took time and effort. You might have had to stop and rest. You may have thought your way past some obstacles to find the best way. You probably had to lend a hand to pull a friend up on a taller rock or take someone else’s hand to help you leap over a stream. You got sweaty, you doubted your abilities, your muscles ached, lungs burned, and you wondered if it would really be worth all that work. You questioned why you would put yourself through this exhausting endeavor. You considered turning back because you were tired and worn out, but decided that you already got this far, it would be a waste to give up now.
And then you got there.
You look down at the path you just conquered. You deeply sigh because you FINALLY made it! You stop in your tracks and stare at one of the most beautiful sights you’ve ever seen.
Nothing compares to being at the top, tired from the climb, short of breath from the thinner air, and the bright sun in your eyes. Standing there, feeling small, soaking in the magnitude of the moment, realizing the height you just reached, that makes you feel so content and powerful. Unstoppable.
The adrenaline of that feeling makes you eager to do it again. If you could accomplish that, you can definitely accomplish more. The next one will be bigger. The next one might be more challenging but the view will be even more incredible.
It’s worth the effort. The struggles make it all the more satisfying when you finally reach the peak.
If you can do this, you can do anything.
Merely Sarah 