I think in sixth grade I read this book called "Peak". It was the typical book to capture a sixth graders attention. The main character had an odd name, Peak, his parents were divorced, he climbed buildings and marked them with his on logo, and never really got into any real trouble.
But he did vandalize buildings right? Right. So something had to be done. Instead of him going to Juve or anything like that his mom and the police sent him to live with his Dad who was, of course, climbing Mount Everest. So naturally Peak climbed it with his dad and a Tibetan kid his age. He would be the youngest person ever to reach the top. So long story short, without spoiling the entire book, he reached the top. But then what? Well he climbed back down the mountain because you can't breathe at the top of Mount Everest for very long.
I feel like I've peaked. Earlier this year, I went to Belize to complete my Gold Award for Girl Scouts. I volunteered at an orphanage. I developed an after school soccer program. I helped the orphanage begin fish farming. I learned so, so much. It was an amazing project. I know this, but I don't feel this.
I ask myself, where am I now? At my high school droning through my classes. But I want to aspire to rise and do great things! But I feel as though I have no aspiration left. I'm not jaded, I'm not busy, I'm just not anything- and that's the problem.
I'll admit I've had a difficult time climbing back down, more than I did climbing up I would say. I'm trying to be patient, and to wait, but what and I waiting for? There's only the bottom of the mountain so that I can start climbing up again, but I'm not entirely sure that's how life is supposed to be..Climbing up and down mountains- how could someone be stretched so far? Because I feel like I left a piece of me in Belize at the top of the mountain.
I'm at a standstill right now, I'm not climbing all the way down. I think I may go around the mountain instead.
