There are limits... of course...

There are limits, of course. One can go so far, not much further. Sometimes things are good, then great, then spectacular, then they are too much. One can walk to the peak of that mountain... walking further would not really be walking, I guess. Some have managed to do this in the past, they are now famous, people kill each other to spread their message... Some of us just make it to the first base camp. Some just watch mountains. Some read about them. Some think they suck. The beach, the beach... life is not supposed to be a mountain... life is supposed to be a beach. No climbing, no deadly attacks of the mountain goats, no avalanches. Beaches are supposed to be fun and relaxing and filled with happy looking friends. And then, at the end of that walk on that beach one can say... well, one can say one walked on that beach, and everybody will just understand. (sunset.) So back to the mountains. The peaks are usually cooler than the lower parts, the views are better up there, the air is thinner, there are fewer visitors... and at the end of that trip... when back at the beach.. one can just say... well, and not many will understand... And there are limits, of course... and sometimes we just get really tired and would love to just rest. Just for a little while. Just a second...an hour? a year... I guess I will need to do that soon, because all this climbing without an oxygen mask or a map is making me a little dizzy... (actually very dizzy.)