Life as an Extreme Sport

Pebbles Down A Mountainside

It’s the little things that wear at you, like pebbles down a mountainside. It’s not one thing all at once that makes you curl and whimper and need to be alone, but tiny persistant nibblings that eat away at your foundation and strength. When you collapse and crumble there is nothing to do but rest a bit, and then rebuild. What else can you do? Stop? Stopping is not an option, not again, not yet. Hand over hand you pull yourself back up, and hope that you occasionally get another, extra helping hand.

Some people, I’ve heard it say, have a complete separate extra support in another person, and I wonder how this would be – not being able to completely crumble and fall. Is it less lonely, or is there something to be said and had for only relying on yourself?