Life can be likened to the crossing of a great valley. When we are young we look across the great expanse spread out before us with awe. The distant hills, (our destination), are low on the horizon and partially obscured with haze. Unable to fathom all that the future entails, we focus on the immediate present, for it is there that our senses exist.

  As we get older, and nearer to our journey’s end, we look back occasionally and reflect on our travels. The pain and suffering of old age is represented by scaling the mountain at trail’s end. The higher that we climb, and the longer that we hold on, the better that we can see below. It is at this point that we can see the obstacles that might have been avoided. It is here that all of our hardships and accomplishments can be seen.

  Finally, when we reach the top of the rise, it is our reward to see what lies beyond this life. We should not fear death, for it is only through dying that we can go beyond. Each and every soul that comes along after mine will also pass this way. I am merely one person in a continuous caravan that circles the globe. I have not come this far to stop now. I wish only to look back across that great valley again and gaze down upon the love and joy that dots the immense landscape. If only I could reach out to the children at trailhead - and show them the way.

 

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