There comes a time when one gets tired of climbing the mountains, tired of putting an effort, tired of fighting and one leaves it to fate. That time has come for me now…...”No! I was not always this weak…but the unthinkable has happened and that bloody mountain my friend has weakened me!!”
I always looked at life as a series of hills and mountains which had to be climbed…..I had to keep going higher and higher…..if I climbed a wrong one …I would sprint downhill even though I was just 100 feet from the summit. People would laugh at me and say “you should have seen the view at least you went all the way” …I wondered if I should have seen the view but i think I would be just wasting my time going any further! If I slipped down I would brush myself, rest a little and climb again….sometimes a wave of impulse would make me go skiing taking me down down down….I would curse myself for getting carried away, break the skis, take a pledge to not repeat such impulsive acts and get going!!
I started climbing these mountains a little early……I had a tough time too cause I got impulsive so many times….I fell almost double the times!
Sometime back I saw a perfect range of mountains, an idea formed in my mind….…I want my house up on that mountain and I know it has the perfect view…..but it seems so far away…I have heard it’s the toughest to climb….people say I will only fall as its too steep, some say its prone to landslides…even if I climbed and built my house over there it will be rubble before I knew it…but I have to see that view even if it is for a day, a few hours…..i will store it in my minds eye forever!
I was so hell bent upon on climbing that tough mountain and that mountain alone that having fallen from it I find myself in horrid plains…..the mountains are not calling me no more and I am so done!
