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An Optimist’s Guide to Climbing Mountains

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“Have you ever stopped to ask yourself what exactly it is you expect to find at the top of the mountain?”

“How do you mean?”

“What I mean to say is — how do you know it will be worth the climb?”

“Well, it’s simple really, the climb isn’t about what’s at the top of the mountain.”

“Then what is it about?”

“The climb is about what you’ll see once you’re there.”

“And what will you see?”


An Optimist's Guide to Climbing Mountains

Photo Courtesy of Jenna’s Doodles


Written by josiahh

June 26, 2015 at 10:29 AM

DAY SEVEN – “A Liquid in Motion”

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He sat at his lonely kitchen table, glass and bottle placed in front of him. Thoughts of the handgun in his bedroom creeping into his mind. Try as he might, he could not seem to shake them off entirely. The bottle stood in front of him imploring him to remove the cap and pour, “just a little taste” into the waiting glass.

Why not? He thought. It’s already cost me everything. Why shouldn’t I just give in? He felt the urge crawling and rising. It felt like and was as welcome to him as a spider between the sheets. It crawled upward and whispered quietly on behalf of the bottle. As it reached his ear, it made itself at home. It continued to repeat what the bottle wanted it to. Quietly at first but then in sporadic, fierce bursts of light. He once again thought about the gun.

It would be so easy, he thought. It would be all over. I wouldn’t have to hurt so much every day. I wouldn’t ever hurt anyone else again. They’d all be so much better off. That’s it, the spider whispered, take a drink. Numb the pain, then end that pain forever. Do it. His eyes welled and tears began to stream down his cheeks. They dropped to the table as he leaned forward and grabbed the bottle in front of him.

He popped the cap. Yes, the spider called out, DO IT! He lifted the bottle to his nose and smelled. A brief sense of calm and euphoria engulfed him. The spider’s voice was gone. If this is what it takes to shut you up, maybe it’s worth it. He took a deep breath and lowered the bottle to his lips.

YES! YES! The spider shouted. A blast of pain and light hit his head as he pictured the handgun once more. Jumping up from his chair, he ran to the sink. What do you think you are doing? The spider scolded. You have nothing left to live for. End this now!

“I AM ENDING IT!” He yelled out loud as he turned the bottle over and began to pour it into the sink. The liquid in motion was a beautiful sight to see. He watched it circle the drain and then turned on the tap to make sure it was all rinsed away. “Let’s just get through today,” he said to the spider. “You can try again tomorrow.”