There’s a moment when the mirror and the mountain meet—when you realize the thing you’re climbing is also the thing you’re becoming. I used to think the goal was out there. But the summit isn’t a place. It’s a perspective. And the climb is what shapes the clarity. Today, I stop chasing the peak. I become it.
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