Out Here

Sometimes you don't know what's waiting for you up above, up unrelenting switchbacks and precarious scree fields and snow fields in July. You cant see it from below, you cant know it until you've reached it, you cant fully understand how it will feel until you get there. And you cant get there if you stop when it gets hard. You can t get there if you let your fatigue and your weariness and your apathy get the better of you. The only way to get there, to get to that 360-degree view of mountains beyond mountains stacked on top of one another till they knock up against the horizon, is to keep moving. To keep pushing, to keep taking steps forward and telling yourself you can do it. Telling yourself you have to. Because often we struggle the most to get to the greatest things. Your feet may hurt, your legs may be tired, you may want to be anywhere but where you are, doing what you re doing, but none of those things should deter you from getting up every morning and climbing upward into all the glorious unimaginable beauty that awaits. Book jacket.