Trek

This journey's infinite road leads beyond the me-today, and into lands of the me-to-be. When we go where we haven't been, climbing ever higher, increasing elevation of the new presses down heavy. Attempting adaptation, believing we are stronger than the forces commanding retreat. Body and soul plead its case- escape to the safety of this mountain's base, let our lungs inhale deeply, no more relying on strength we don't possess.

But acclimating is no fable. Increased breathing in and breathing out, until self-sustenance is a distant memory, and we lean on the thick sturdy knowledge that beyond ourselves is everything we want.

Courage isn't there when we call, it calls to us when we are comfortable and content. We can travel across plains and feel the warmth of the sun, or trek upwards feeling the warmth of muscles strained. One takes us far- seeing only on the level of today, but the other takes us deep- deeper into the skies, nearer towards the heavens.

I am worn, but not weary. Hungry, but not hopeless. Assured that my efforts are producing the grit that leads to greatness.