One day when you wake up finally, you see how much you have travelled already, how far you have come. Did you just run or moved on?
But when you look back to the ship that has already sailed, far, far from the shore. You realize it is the journey that matters in the end and not the place where you finally come to a standstill.
There are times when things are black and also at times white; in the end when you reach the peak you realize all that always mattered was the climb.
I see happiness back then and still, don’t know what makes me more content, I guess 60 years from now all that i will still treasure, will be the climb.