Trust

I am climbing

Up the mountain of my life

Steady, but slow to some eyes

Their stares do not break my stride

I don't look for the top

I know all I'll see are clouds

How high up I'll go is part of the Great Mystery

How long it will take me is irrelevant

What I know for sure is that my feet must keep walking

And the markers on the trees showing me the way always appear

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[Quill]

indeed, and remember do not look down