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Climbing The Mountain

Short story By: Old Sea

We as human beings have strong desires in life, but can it be so much to us or someone else?

Submitted:Aug 30, 2012    Reads: 341    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

I can honestly say that, one mountain was the toughest of all I had climbed throughout my life. It was once said that this had caused many climbers to die on their way. I don't know; this mountain can be even my dream, our yours - I don't know. But one thing I am sure of is that this was definitely the toughest.
I was climbing with a friend and a guide - whom he said he was the only person that could help me reach the top - for long hours. Still, all I could see were ferrets, lilies, ragworths and - my favourite, of course - rosebays. But this means nothing when you compare them with my high expectations.
The guide was keep telling me: "We'd better find a place where we can rest awhile." "Look, it's getting dark." Or his typical saying: "Let's camp. Look, we have everything here - we can continue tomorrow." The fact was, maybe there would be no tomorrow to climb all the way back again - especially when this was about to end.
After I took a rest for maximal a minute, I started again. My legs were tired, but I couldn't stop - no, not at all! But, if only I had one wish, this should have been about my stamina - In terms of sports, I am lousy as hell - except swimming. But I have quite a lot of energy inside, and that I think was keeping me on track.
Anyway, my friend was getting tired, and our guide, as well. As they fell behind me, they were shouting: "Hey, how about resting our bones a bit?" I tried, but that mentally causes laziness in my mind; and that was the very last thing I wanted in that circumstance. So…
After a short break of drinking some water, I reached at a very desolate side of the mountain. It was fog quite everywhere around me, as well. I couldn't hear anything - not even a crow cocking or an eagle shouting. No sound!
I was lost, that was for sure. But actually, it didn't cause me to lose my faith. I only looked back for a second or two. I kept climbing, climbing and climbing till I heard anything except my footsteps and saw nothing except the dead rosebays. It was too damn depressing.
Normally I could cry easily, but in fact I was on the top and that should have contented me! Neither it was the sight of the dead rosebays or my naked conceit - I realized it was my soul I had lost!


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