Mountains

This is. End of statement. No ifs ands or buts. This is life, life is this. Love, share, dream, do. We are not meant for these dilapidated shelters of fear. Our paths lie forward, up into the hills where the snows fall soft among the swaying pines. We see not one, but an array of peaks. All distant futures and dreams of serenity. As we set forth from our hovels and fires of present comforts we are aware that the path is dark and uncertain, we are cognizant of the danger and tribulations that lie before us. Yet we embark anyway without hesitation on what will be the greatest journey undertaken by mortals, that of life. We shall walk through the sun and the wind, when the breezes blow soft, and when the gales shake our very souls. The hills will try us, and the valleys will fill us with despair. Yet onward we shall walk, for this is not the destination. Our destination is not the next peak that we can see, but the one beyond it. The path will split, twist and turn until we might end up on a different mountain top that we originally intended. Does this make the peak we currently stand on any less worthy, any less majestic? No, it makes it ours. We can wish that we were on a different mountain top, or we can look around us and admire the views we currently have. Soon though it will be time for us to go, while the most beautiful panoramas are found at the very summit of the mountains, they offer no shelter, so we must plunge again to the valley floor before we begin the ascent of our next peak. So it goes, father to son, mother to daughter. This is love, this is joy, this is life. To love above self, to fight without fear, to forgive without hesitation, to seek beauty in every soul. Pax vobiscum fratris.


Kira