Pittsburgh MCG - Nikki - Day 4

There is a tether, tied around me, you, everyone, that keeps us from reaching the mountaintops, from touching the sky. It’s always some fear that acts as thread, holding us at bay. Stray too far, and the tether chokes you. But only until you find scissors

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.)

Alone, you can reach the peak of Bunsen. With a team, we can reach the stars. They’re there to talk you into walking up a mountain, they’re there to dry your tears, to take the fifteen pound weight off your back and put it on their shoulders. What is one rope of fear when fifteen people are carrying scissors? They help kill the fear. They lift you up. All the way to the summit.