After a long climb and a long walk up a steep mountain

I looked over and I saw another mountain twice the size and waiting for me to travel up it

For a while, I sought no motivation to climb up the tremendous cliff as the grass was not greener as people had promised

So then I sat on top of my mountain, which felt like a meer protuberance from the land after what I had just witnessed

And I waited and waited and waited... time passed and I was neither happy or sad about it

Then one day the grass on my small hill began to die and shrivel turning into brown and black as they revealed stones that were hidden in them

Seeing this I decided I might as well try to climb the next mountain even though I knew it would be demanding and laborious

But when I got there and I took my first step the grass was softer than it was before and there was new motivation to climb it