Prompt: Mountain
We each have our own mountains to climb. Some will be easy, some will be hard, but the only thing that matters is whether we climb them or not. If we do, we're rewarded with the sense of accomplishment and more knowledge and lessons learned. If we don't, we miss huge opportunities.
One of my large mountains was learning to give in an ungiving world. It wasn't always easy; my mother didn't appreciate my kindness, especially when it interfered with the family bakery, but I still gave. My father always told me that those who give, sooner or later, are rewarded. He told the truth. Giving the bread to Katniss Everdeen turned out to be the greatest blessing in my life, and it was worth the temporary pain.
Another mountain, even larger than the previous, was the 74th Hunger Games. Just like climbing a mountain, escaping with my life meant going through many challenges. The intimidation caused by Haymitch was like looking at the long road ahead, but I pressed on. The fear I felt when entering the arena was comparable to looking down and seeing how far up I was, but I kept my wits about me and stopped looking down. The panic I felt when I knew I was dying was indentical to hanging off the edge of a huge cliff, but with help, I regained sure footing. And finally, the relief I felt when being pulled up into the hovercraft was comparable to standing on top of the mountain, knowing that I had conquered another obstacle. Taking up this challenge meant life, and most of all, getting to know her.
However, even this could not compare to the second time we entered the arena. In one way, we were prepared, for this mountain was similar to the previous, but in another way, we went in blind. Just like some shortcuts are unseen until the moment is right, I was oblivious to the bigger plan going on.
The next one only got bigger and harder. Unlike the previous ones, there was no summit in sight. I didn't know how the rebellion would end, and I didn't know which path was the best way up the slippery, icy peak. But I didn't give up because it was hard; I was only encouraged to work harder. I fought tooth and nails to climb up the steep slope, and, even though tracker jacker venom blocked my road, I found my way the other side, with the help of the people around me.
I have climbed quite a few mountains in my life. Were they hard? Yes, very? Were they scary? I'm not ashamed to admit that they were. But did I give up? Never. And in the end, my reward, a life with Katniss Everdeen, was worth every last cut and bruise.
We each have our own mountains to climb. Some will be easy, and some will be hard. On some, we rely on others, and on some, we stick it out alone. The only important thing is whether we climb them or not.
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