Yesterday was a crappy day. Why? The news was particularly grim — Egypt melting down and the news of Abigail Grace Bonner’s body being found just kind of sucked the wind out of me. Add to it a plane crash and you had the recipe for a rather depressing gumbo of grief. I felt like my seawall was starting to crack in the middle of the storm.
It was a day when you are reminded life doesn’t always have a happy ending.
Then to add insult to proverbial mental injury, I read an article about how there are 200 bodies littering the ascent to the peak of Mt. Everest. Because of the thin air, it is nearly impossible to remove them and the cold temperatures preserve them. They are ghoulish mileposts for other climbers. The photos of the brightly dressed mummies were reminder that dreams do sometimes fail. And when they do, they fail spectacularly.
But this morning, the sun came up. Cool air covered the land. October temporarily took over for its brutal brother August. Hope crept back into my heart.
Yes, life is brutal. Yes, dreams die. But that doesn’t mean you don’t try. You keep fighting until your moment comes. No one promised it would be easy. And to be honest, I don’t want that anyway. When you stand on the top of Everest, you know you took the risk and succeeded.
That’s what life is all about.