I feel like I’ve been climbing for a very long time that I don’t know what’s the point already. I want to let go but I know I have to hold on. There will be something to see on the other side. But I just have to enjoy every minute of it so that when I can look back, I can say that it’s worth it. But just like the book “Hope for the Flowers”, what if there’s nothing on other side? I keep climbing because that’s what everybody is doing. I guess I just have to face my own walls and take my time so I won’t regret anything in the end.
Yak, so Miley.