It takes time to appreciate the value of climbing a mountain. You do not know if you will be able to make it to the top, get stuck half way, or be so frightened you stand at the bottom, afraid to take the first step. Choices in real life are the same. Some things we can do very easily; others we begin, but midstream we freeze and have no idea what our next move should be.
The hardest thing is when I have faced mountains that seem insurmountable. I have been trapped at the bottom several times, afraid of what to do next. Pushing myself forward has taken minutes, days, weeks, months, even years. Each time I have worked through the difficulty, I see something amazing that I did not know or understand about myself and life. Recently, I faced a big mountain. My husband and I lost our 18 year old cat Sebastian. We do not have children so when he died our hearts were left empty.
He was part of our family. The next few weeks we started looking for a new cat, but we were not into it. It felt foreign to not have a cat but it was hard to think how we would replace Sebastian. Two days ago we found two kittens.
They are so fun and playful. The mountain of losing something or someone you love makes it hard to want to give to anything or anyone else. The beauty is that when you do, you appreciate life in a brand new way.