What are we dreaming of? What are we not dreaming of?

We are all climbing a mountain. Quite fiercely. We are striving to reach towards the top, fighting uphill, pushing ourselves up against gravity. We look around. Everyone else is wrestling with a mountain of their own as well. So we keep pushing. Harder and harder, so that we can reach the top sooner and faster. 

Everyone else is fighting this uphill battle, anyways. That is the norm. This is the way it is. 

But what mountain are we climbing? Where are we climbing towards? Have we ever stopped and asked ourselves why we are on this mountain, fighting to get to the top so fiercely, against the uphill slope? Is it because everyone else seems to be doing the same? Is that a good enough reason to dedicate our lives and give our all into this exhausting, long climb? 

Legends of the successful ones who have already reached the top are heard. 

“I heard that once you make it to the top, life up there is just perfect.” 

- “Just imagine, you don’t need to push yourself against this constant pull that can bring you down any moment.” 

“My friend told me that at the summit awaits the brilliant sunshine, sunflowers and roses, a soft floral breeze, and beautiful melodies harmonized by songbirds.

- “Wow, that sounds marvelous. If only I could be there. How sweet must those melodies sound? How cozy must that breeze feel? How further do we have to climb? I cannot wait for this tedious climb to end. I wish we had those here.”

But there is something they didn’t know. The sun was always shining behind their backs. The breeze was always brushing through their hair, drying the sweat drops every once in a while. Maybe not sunflowers and tulips, but wildflowers were all around them from the very beginning. Besides, do they even like sunflowers? Is that what they truly dream of, or is that perhaps someone else’s picture of paradise? Perhaps they have been too fixated on getting to the top that they missed everything that’s been there with them throughout the entire climb.

A lot of questions are unanswered. A lot of answers are unquestioned. Sometimes, they do not realize that questioning is an option. That you can reject the norm. That we do not have to climb that mountain. Why? Because everyone else it doing it as well. That is they way it is, and it has always been like that. 

But, there is nothing in life that we have to do. We create our own life. We write our own stories. We have all the power in our hands, right at our fingertips.

What would you do with your life if there were no limitations? If you had rid yourself of any limiting beliefs? If, unlike what you have been told, you can decide to shape your life however you want it to be? That you are the pilot of your own life and can fly in any direction?

What would you do if, this life was a once in a lifetime chance? 

At the back of the mountain you are climbing, some are bouldering. Some are rope climbing. Others are climbing so daringly with their bare hands and feet. And perhaps somewhere else, there are swimmers. There are dancers. There are skateboarders. There are skiers, too. There is no one way of writing the story. There is no right answer to life.

Stop for a moment. Look around. What are you doing now? Why are you doing what you are doing?