The mountain and the man
There is a mountain between you and your work. You look up, gazing beyond it to where you want to be, and you give up. It’s too far. Too difficult. Too steep. Too much.
You look back. The path is easy, known, and downhill.
Then you look at your immediate surroundings. It’s warm and comfortable. There are many things to do.
Do you stay? Do you go back? Or, do you approach the mountain?
It doesn’t matter. It’s all an illusion. The mountain doesn’t exist: it’s your fear, your sloth, and your bruised ego.
The past wasn’t easy. It’s just a memory, distorted by hubris and wishful thinking. And the present? If you stay there long enough, you’ll be swimming in your own waste.
So take on that mountain and go build something interesting.




