monkeytroop

I stand halfway up a mountain and I look at the journey of my life revealed below me.

The winds of time push against my consciousness, in it I can taste my youth. I feel the chill and the warmth of the past.

I cannot see the bottom from where I started and I cannot see the top where it will end.

I have changed in the journey and I will continue to do so, I believe that at the core I am basically the same....... But am I?

I just need to keep climbing, to see how far I can get, to evolve into whatever it is I am suppose to be.

It would be easier with ropes and a compass, but then I would not be who I am at this moment.