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Sometimes i feel like Ive climbed a mountain. I make it to the top at last, its so beautiful, the scenery is so bright and I feel like I'm finally at peace with myself once again. Then suddenly I scream at the top of my lungs. This is how I feel on a daily basis. When I scream, after finally making it to the top of the mountain, it's like I'm trying to release the pent up urge to back track on the trail and walk down. I have to scream. I scream for help, help me stay on top. I want to stay there and look around, take in nature, and continue to live my life in that very moment. I take a deep breathe, open my eyes wider, and surrounding me are the treasures in my life. Steven, Mandy, and my family. They are all there with me. I look around at them, and suddenly the trail behind them disappears. There's no way to back track now. I look at Steven and he smiles, together we laugh. I look around and realize that I can climb higher. So I start climbing up a rock. Once I get to the very top, I look down at everyone. I feel accomplished and content. The sun gets brighter, the trees are greener. I think to myself, I want to cherish this moment forever. I will never climb down this rock. I call down to them to join me. They climb up it, and even though there's limited space, it's perfect. I take one last look down, and then look forwards.