“You’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting,
So… get on your way!”
~Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You’ll Go!
There it is. It looms large over me blocking my path, blackening out the sun and staring me straight in the face. It is icy cold and hard as rock and its jagged peak lies someplace beyond the clouds where I cannot see. It sits outside my door haunting me…taunting me..whispering “I am the way, I am salvation. I am the path to be followed and through me lies freedom.” I can’t ignore it. I have tried that. I have made excuses, I have lied to myself…I have even denied it’s existence but it is there just as it’s always been.
It is that very thing I think I cannot do that I must do. The very thing that blocks me. It is my mountain and it is mine alone to climb. No matter what I do in life, no matter what other mountains I may climb it is this one and this one alone that is essential; for by scaling its peaks I conquer myself and that can be a very steep climb indeed.
We all have our mountains, some people seem to immediately recognize them and with no apparent effort at all bound right over them. Most find theirs in time and slowly ascend and through trial and error, a little luck and determination make it over the hump and on their way without too many bruises. And then there are others like myself who for whatever reason have yet to begin the climb.
I suppose I am writing this for you, for us…for we that linger near base camp…looking to the sky at that damned mountain. Make any excuse you want. I think it’s fear; fear of the unknown…fear of failure…fear of looking like an idiot…fear of being myself…fear of dreaming, of risking, of trying and failing…of wanting and not getting. Fear of not being enough….or too much. I have been hiding so long from what I thought was the world but in fact I think I’ve been hiding all this time from me.
And that mountain is me. It is myself that I must conquer. It is all my faults and mistakes….my vulnerabilities that I must own along with the rest and it is those sweet bits of goodness that make it all worthwhile. Many many years from now when I am on my deathbed reflecting back on my life it will be atop that mountain, wind in my hair, sun on my face and I will look down on all that was and know I did my best. And that’s all any of us can do…Stuff to ponder…
Have an excellent day my friends,
“Everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you’re climbing it.”