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The old man rested near the top of the mountain. There was still a ways to go before he reached the top but he was too tired to continue. Just then he noticed a young man climbing the same mountain. The young man would climb for a while and then stop for reasons unkown to the old man. The old man saw the young man struggle with nooks and crannies that looked rather easy from where the old man was sitting. The young one seemed to not see the easier path which lay directly in front of him, always seeming to take the more difficult way. The old man shouted at the top of his lungs trying to help the young man take the easier way but it was all in vain. It all looked so easy up top. Just then the young man looked strangly familiar. He squinted his eyes just to realise that he was looking at himself.


It's late and that was off the top of my head, so...