Random Self-Quarrells and arguments.

Mountain

Once, I met someone.
This person climbed their own mountain as I sized up my own. As I began the ascent...
Each step was frightening, each breath couldve been my last, and it was cold as fuck. I lost equipment and rations along the way, including my rationale.

Eventually I reached the top. I stood proudly at the peak and glanced over... she was gone.
I sat in dismay as I think over my choices... until I catch a glimpse of her, at the bottom of my mountain; waving.

I can fall forwards.
I can fall backwards.

If I fall backwards I may not see her again, and if I do, she will never see me the same.
If I fall forwards, I devote everything into her. I leave everything behind.

There are no alternatives.

My supplies will last me a few days alone on the peak, but soon enough... I'll have to decide.
For now I'll lean forward, and worry about the outcome of the decisions I have yet to make.