Maturation is a feat of many magnitudes that can barely be understood until we are on the doorstep of the new responsibilities that would never have been visible if it wasn’t for our broadening awareness and focus on what it is that we truly wish to grow into.

For so many months now, I have been struggling to understand the collective that we all wish to be a part of. I have been quite intimidated and overwhelmed by the feat of strength that is climbing the ladder of ambition in order to reach the frigid peaks which follow the path away from the naive comforts of childhood.

I always thought it so silly that adulthood was inhabited by so many who seemed so austere and constricted by the myriad of roles which a fully grown human being constructs around their innermost selves as a way of paying respect to the denizens of this realm.

Now, the picture becomes clear. Once we reach the top of our current peak, the new destination becomes clear, but the new obstacles in our path can easily dishearten us and make us cold as the ice that caps the snowy mounts which we are so drawn towards and inspired by.

The greatest challenge of all is to remain joyful and exuberant in the face of the daunting tightrope which leads us across the abyss and towards a fortress of our own power which holds the hearth where we might find some rest and recuperation from the harrowing journey which can eat up the last of our reserves and leave us with little more than the skin on our backs.

Hold strong in your cause. Don’t let the faulty footing drop you down to the vices and vexing which might have before seemed like your only path to salvation. Though the path is dangerous, the crumbling cliff facing behind you is only going to lead to a crumpled form which may never again be able to grasp the next hold in your ascent.

Keep climbing. Don’t forget where your integrity lies, or what morals brought you to this vista in the first place. It is the Law of the Land which binds us together.

Love