A squirrel sees a rope out away from her home tree. She wanders over to it and wonders where it came from. Has it always been here and I’m just realizing? She thinks and finds herself dreaming of what the lookout would be from the top. She’s seen the top of her tree and knows the beauty. She could only imagine what the sight would be from the top of the rope that seems to reach the heavens. So, she starts to climb

After a few pulls she glances down and sees she’s hasn’t made much progress. She gets frustrated but stays determined and climbs some more.

When out of breath she pauses to glance around. Though the floor seems farther she still realizes how much further she has to go. Still she climbs.

At one point she feels as if she cannot go on. Her arms ache, she’s out of breath, her legs are trembling and her mind is beginning to play tricks on her. She holds herself on the rope and becomes melancholy. All her doubts come flooding in.        

    “You’ll never make it”

“Quit before you make a fool of yourself.”

            ” why can’t you be just like everyone else and be okay with where you are.” 

She cries… balls big tears from her eyes. She finds anger in the rope. At herself. For making the trip in the first place.

She finds herself dozing off on the rope, having all the emotion and energy drain out of her from the breakdown. She ties herself around the rope with her tail to hold her and falls fast asleep.

She wakes to the sun rising. It looks so beautiful and thinks “awe, if only I take a few more pulls toward the top she could see the whole thing.

Her first pull hurt as her arms were sore from all the climbing. It burned and her arms shook as she pulled herself 2, 3 more climbs up to see the full sun rise. When she opened her eyes after the third excruciating pull her eyes were overcome with so many different colors, some she has never seen before. She saw purple mountains, a deep blue ocean, green forest, and rays of sunshine coming through the clouds. That’s not all though. She looked down to see so many people looking up at her cheering and clapping. They were taking her picture and crying out asking “how did she do It?”

It was in that moment she realized she did it. She made the climb, and accomplished her goal. Looking back down the rope from the top she realized it was the climb that got her there. The push, the pull, the strength gained through the grind and focus and getting her to where she was now. At the top she was so thankful for the view. Even more so though she was grateful of the climb, for it made her into who she needed to be to reach the top.

xx

 

*Artwork by: DeviantArt*

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