There is a mountain that stands before me. It is a large looming giant of a mountain; a dominant figure on the horizon. The only way past it is to climb it; to conquer it. I don't know if I can though; it is massive before me. It is steep and I don't know if my footing is sure. I'm not sure if I have the energy, the stamina, or the endurance to make it to the top. I am faced with only two choices: I can retreat back from this mountain, forget the challenge and look for greener pastures or an easier route, or just settle there at the base. Or I can climb; climb until I reach the top, climb until I can't take another step. The mountain could defeat me; it could bring me to my knees. I have no gaurantee of coming off this mountain alive. Two choices! I don't know if I can do it, and I don't want to die! So, I look up and start climbing...
For if I retreat I am already dead. Much better to live with the risk of death while pursuing life; than to quickly die a quiet abandoned life.
For if I retreat I am already dead. Much better to live with the risk of death while pursuing life; than to quickly die a quiet abandoned life.