When I first begin this journey, this mountain seemed so big, like a formidable tower to the heavens. In doubt and fear I stood in the shadows and watched so many pass me by. In the shelter of a small tree named Comfort Zone, I made my dwelling. Days and nights would pass as I watched so many weary and unsure travelers make their trek to the peak, their frames would disappear into the clouds and they reached the summit.
Destiny has a way of making herself known. In the early dawn, as the dew formed on the grass, a gust of wind struck my dear Comfort Zone down. I frantically tried to save it, but to no avail.
As I gazed helplessly into the sky, my eyes paused. Before me lay Great Mountain, the formidable fortress that, for so long, represented every shortcoming and fear I’d ever known. It’s rugged sides were treacherous, the path unclear as most of its way was covered by a thick veil of fog. As if by some unknown force, my legs began walking forward towards the base of Great Mountain. My feeble hands grasped what ground I could find and I began my climb.
To be continued
Driven To Hope 