I’ve climbed countless mountains.
I’ve come to understand so many things — both simple and complex.
It wasn’t easy, and it still isn’t most of the time.
Sometimes we drift, we stand still, hoping for one outcome,
while something entirely different awaits us at the end.
Letting go.
Love.
Pain.
Time.
Trauma and healing… journeys.
The good and the bad.
Addiction — or, on the contrary, health and resilience.
Everything takes effort.
Only the briefest moments in life require nothing; everything else is pure will and work.
If I could turn back time… would I choose to do it all over again?
No. Not everything.
But the whole journey was worth this moment I’m in now.
Strong. No longer idealizing anything — yet still looking forward, toward my goal, with courage.
Still the one who loves life.
And the one who won’t give up.
Never. 
