It wouldn’t be luck if you could get out of life alive

What do you do when you’ve finally made it to the top of the summit

And then you discover another mountain

After your blood, sweat and tears have been used up and there is without a doubt, nothing left

What do you do?

You see a new mountain

And it’s not necessarily bigger

Or more intimidating 

But it’s one more mountain

And you thought you were done

Your hiking boots are worn out and your feet are blistered and swollen

And you wonder if there really is only one more mountain

What do you do?

You can’t see past this new mountain and there could be another one

There could be a dozen more

You’ve already erected that victory flag

The one you thought represented your greatest struggle 

And now it waves mockingly in the wind

Reminding you that your victory was short lived and the battle ain’t even close to over 

It’s only just begun

That fight that motivated you up that first mountain has been all used up

And that fight deep inside has been stamped out by the never ending obstacles that keep popping up 

What do you do?

When the people cheering you on have all gone away 

And the stories of success have all been written

What do you do?

When it’s just you and that next mountain

and it just stands there with every intention of waiting you out

And it knows you’ve got no way around it

It’s just you against that motherfucking mountain 

Just you 

and 

another 

fucking 

mountain

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