A man once met another man whilst climbing a mountain. He was looking at the clouds, the distant storm covering the path when he showed up beside him. The man was serene and relaxed, carrying a vigor that seemed inherent. Toward the whirling storm he gazed, his eyes fearless against the thundering clouds. >
The man turned to him, grabbing his things to turn back down, his legs trembling, his dreams shattered by the storm ahead. "Why are you not afraid?" he asked the resolute man. >
"I come from the base of the mountain, down below, and it is where I will return." >
The man stared longingly back at the path. "Why am I afraid?" >
"Because you want to reach the top of the mountain,” the man said, “and there you seek to stay."