I am strong. This I now know. Sadness can no longer trap me. Fear has no grip on my neck anymore. Beauty is out there, if only I’m willing to climb for it.
Some odd peace has set over since the summit. It’s because I can overcome anything now. I can see my own life, like looking into the Yellowstone River on a sunny day; I see what’s important and what’s not. I see who will be in my life forever, and who won’t be. From the mountaintop, I can see where I’ve been. And I can see where I’m going. (Down the mountain first, then anywhere.)