I stop on the rungs and give to those around me. And keep climbing. One step at a time. Stop, give, climb, and sometimes I can reach out and get refreshment from someone. I’m glad they care enough to stop me. Even if it is for just a moment.
I can see life all around me as I climb. The perspective and view changes the higher I go. What were huge bumps on the log are just optical illusions in the bark. Below things have receded and are small. They don’t matter much anymore. Nothing really does. Except to keep going.
There must be a reason. I cannot imagine stopping in the middle and staying there, that would be extremely silly! I am silly, but not that silly. I used to have goals and dreams. Then, I realized few, if any of them, reached fruition. So, I have stopped life dreaming, but I keep moving. Upward and onward to somewhere. Not to the stars or the moon, I don’t expect those anymore. I have a flashlight with strong batteries to illuminate my way. I will be perfectly fine as I mount to the next rung.
In spite of the flashlights and logical outlook, this climb is both monotonous and scary. Scary cuz I see different ladders going other places and I want to jump over and try climbing those. Monotonous because every step I take on my own ladder is almost exactly the same as the one before.
I guess that is being safe, though. Safety is good. Especially on a ladder.