Some days I finish a task and think, “Great. I just wasted three hours of my life.”
And yet today I realized— those “wasted hours” feel exactly like hiking up a mountain.
Most steps aren’t clean or pretty. Grass gets in the way, stones wobble, and sometimes you step on something that looks trustworthy but absolutely isn’t.
But somehow you don’t collapse. Because deep down you did a tiny calculation: “This rock probably has enough grip. Let’s hope.”
No one cares how elegant your path was. No one asks which stone you stepped on.
When you reach the top, the view will never question your route. It only says: “You made it.”
