Invisible Mountains
I have an invisible mountain. Several actually. I am constantly climbing, climbing, climbing. We all have them. What’s yours? I’ve been climbing this mountain as long as I can remember. This mountain that no one can see but me. In a way I believe I was born on it. The only path, leading up hill. At times I’ve been quite lost or stuck in a ravine. At other times just comfortable at one plateau. At this moment I am climbing with great intent. It is a hard climb at this level. The terrain rugged and steep. The path is not always clear or defined. The progress seems slow and disproportionate to the strife and labor of the task. How did I get on this mountain? Why did I take this path? What am I doing?
This morning I awoke after a rare good nights sleep and prepared for todays climb. I paused to reflect and enjoy the view. I was astonished at the progress made and how far I had ascended. Having done so, the path again became clear. The task turned into passion. I am ready to climb!
It's so easy to put your head down and get lost in the task. In doing so the climb becomes a means to an end. We also may lose sight of the reason for the journey or worse. We may not enjoy the beauty of the journey and ascent it self.
For now on, this day and everyday, I am going to turn around every now and then to enjoy the view. Matthew Sullivan
