It's hard to say if the climb was worth it

I know they push and press convincingly that
the climb is always worth it, but is it really?
I am left scraped up and battered
from all the boulders
and the wolves
and all the **** thorns
and left wondering if I really made it out better on the other side

There's always another mountain

And is it worth it?
To what end do we climb?
To what purpose do we trudge tirelessly up the mountainside,
wondering when we will reach the top?
I have reached the top many times
And there is always another **** mountain to climb
on the other side

So it's hard to say if the climb was worth it

And that is not to say I am done climbing
Though I question, my body falls back into the rhythm of the climb
ignores the scrapes and bruises
ignores the way the wolves nip at my heels
because I too always feel there is victory at the top
believe the nicks come with the climb
believe that if I just reach the top, then I can be free

But there's always another mountain

And what did I gain more than experience?
More than scars, and disappointment
Does it even matter that I have beaten the mountain
if nothing ever changes but my own weariness?
It is insanity, the very climb we repeat
over and over
as if there will ever be a different outcome

It's hard to say if the climb was worth it

You can overcome the challenges...

C- courage, you have what it takes, just
H- harness the resources at hand
A- attitude, maintain a positive one but
L- learn through the process knowing you're
L- limitless, you can't be stopped
E- expect to win and
N- never give up, never give in
G- goal on your mind always my friend
E- ego, watch it, you can seek for help
S- SUCCESS is sure at the end!

Spasming in life’s web,
Clustering under eight legged dreads,
Watching some rise from its smother,
But only for short pathetic seconds.

I watch many downfalls,
Idle in wait for my own,
Seizuring with a horrible burden,
Fortune telling with no end fortune.

All mere blinded mirrors laying in wait,
Distorting the spidery figure differently,
Mine reflects its harsh fangs and nature,
Others reflects admiration towards the creator.

The web a complex beauty,
But I can’t claim cruelty home,
The ripples of intertwined death,
Some by father...foe...or friend.

The inhumane humanity,
Puppets and the almighty player,
Cloud me from things called prayer,
For that hope must be alive and well.

I’m just waiting for my bones to decay,
Peace in nothingness or so you claim flames,
Free from the *******
And all that it stands for.

I’m an unholy ghost.

I watch your eyes adjust to my moves. You smize as I dance on the floor. I embrace the flow of the melody. The music moves my love for you. Our eyes connect and we glow in the light above.

You are my one. The only one that I long for. It is not easy to allow these words to come out of my mouth. Knowing that you will hear what I am feeling.

My knee's buckle as you watch me groove. The choirs hits and I instantly entangle myself  in the nights ambiance. My love, how I love dancing in your view.

Every passing year
you look back and tell yourself
that you will not be
as naive as you used to be.
but those promises never stick,
as new challenges arrive.
Thrusting you onto paths
you have never taken,
testing parts of yourself
that you have never noticed.

Keep that grin on your chin and you’ll be right mate.

Said to me the other day by an old timer who, passing by, has seen a thing or two in a long life.

Keep smiling - I think my Dad said that on many an occasion.

Laugh and the world laughs with you.

Cry and you cry alone - well that’s an old one.

Great smile on your dial.

In a while crocodile.

Fun, good humour, kills the tumour,

Beats any rumour.

Love and laughter - it’s the best medicine.

Despite the odds, the challenges and the stress

And sometimes the pain.

Go forward, onwards and forever upwards.

The stars await.

@Tom Stodulka

Challenges and Growth
Equally infinite
Each feeds the other