My Own Summit
Discovering Your Unique Path: Why Your Own Summit Matters More Than Climbing Someone Else's Mountain
If we focus on what we do have rather than lamenting what we don’t, we would discover lifetimes of endless possibility. Each person is born complete—not as potential waiting to be unlocked, but as fullness waiting to be recognized. So often, we compare ourselves to the appearance, personality, or possessions of others, coming up short, or feel defeated because we don’t have someone else’s good fortune, education, or skills. We begin to believe we need the same assets and gear to climb to the same mountaintop—but we each possess our own unique treasures and our own mountain. Only by ascending our own peak do we discover who we truly are. Their summit may look appealing, but our satisfaction lies in conquering our own.
My Own Summit
I will not measure my footsteps
Against the thunder of others’ boots,
Nor count my breaths
By their rhythm.
This mountain before me
Rises from my own earth,
Carved by dreams only I have dreamed,
Weathered by storms that know my name.
Each stone I place beneath my feet
Holds the weight of my becoming,
Not their arriving.
The summit calls in my voice, not theirs.
Here, where the air thins
And clarity sharpens,
I discover treasures buried deep within:
Courage that tastes like morning mist,
Strength that sounds like my own heartbeat,
Wisdom that glows like stars I’ve learned to navigate by.
Their peaks may pierce higher clouds,
But this view—
This breathtaking, hard-won vista
Of who I am becoming—
Belongs only to me.
I plant my flag in satisfaction’s soil,
Knowing the journey was always the destination,
And the mountain was always within.
