If that isn’t inspiration to keep moving, I don’t know what is. Love the photo as well.
Try to recall an event where you actually succeeded in doing something the way you planned it, or you at least achieved what you planned to achieve. Well, I have, on many occasions and this is what I feel when I reach there. Little success stories on a small measure inspire me to dream bigger and chase the big mountains.
It feels peaceful when you’ve climbed the mountain and reached at the top. Being on the top of your worries, troubles and hurdles, overcoming them and sitting on the throne, feeling the chill of the dangers around, and blinded by the mist of the mighty, it is indeed very unique and awe-inspiring for someone from the plains.
But that’s never permanent. No matter how much you enjoy the view from the top, you simply cannot stay there. It’s not meant to be. You either come back down, or look to…
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