Peaks
I, the mountaineer, with a thousand mountains in front of me… all challenging me to reach the peak, and dig my flag in and stand in the glory. I search for the peak that’ll call out to me, to make home, to settle down and enjoy the view… watch all the other peaks calling out to me, and yet smile away the challenge they throw at me. If I find this peak, I’ll never need to climb another mountain again.
Till I get there, though, what about the peaks I’ve already reached, and left behind? Baring themselves to me while I’ve climbed, and I may never return to these mountains again. Selfish me? Or am I just searching for my own special place, my own special peak? What’s allowed, conscientiously?