The Climb Of A Steep Mountain Made Of Dry Sand (How to view life after hard times)

For those who struggle with Anxiety and depression or maybe have a major life goal coming ahead. Keep this in mind as you try to overcome and fulfill your dreams or conqueror your feats. Everyone will go through this at some point and feel like it may be time to give up and move onto something new. Rather it's a dream, promotion, getting over a fear, relationship with someone. This is what you need to tell yourself to keep going. Currently I've been facing quite a few problems and people bringing me down. Rather they are trying to or not isn't the point. I love someone truly and this is how I feel with all the obstacles I'm gone through to keep this amazing person, my soulmate.

Constantly, I feel like I'm trying to climb a mountain of dry sand. Each step taken is like a step wasted as I only slide down back to where I started but maybe a centimeter closer to the top each step. Dry sand isn't the only thing setting me back on this long impossible haul. What can be worse than climbing a mountain of dry sand? Walking against strong winds that have the power to push a human back. Each day, walking up a mountain the slides beneath you, and winds pushing back. I only get one centimeter closer to the top. I know there are days it looks like I give up or even days it looks like someone has given up. However, after trying to accomplish something has climbing such a theoretical mountain, you would be drained and need a break.

After each break taken, I have the strength to continue moving on. However, instead of moving up one centimeter each day. I have the ability and mindset to move up two centimeters. That's not all, after each short intermission that number continues to go up. Until, finally, I have made it to the top. I will never give up on what matters. Even if it leaves me to rot in prison, freeze under a bridge, or even kills me.

I want everyone to realize and know that for most who struggle with depression, this is the battle we go through. Everyone should realize and keep in mind, this struggle will happen to everyone at some point in time. Please, remember this. This is how I continue to move on. My love for this matter is what matters most to me, and I will never give up on it, I will never give up on my family. To some that's not always the case, just keep in mind what matters most to you, and remember each time you come back to it. The closer you will be to grabbing those stars.

I will eventually try to rewrite this and make it a bit more inspirational and less about me, more about others. Just a thought that's been setting in my head that I haven't had much time to do with. 

This Is How You Should Look At Goals

Ever wonder what happens to a tree if the main stem dies? This happens with the trunk of a tree and even branches. You see several trees where the trunk or branches slip off in a few different directions. This is because sadly the main stem wasn't strong enough to withstand that battles of life but, no need to worry because two new stems will compete to see if either or maybe even both with survive. If neither do more will start. To use this as a life lesson. There is always a way around something. It may be hard but trees defy the odds (if taken care of properly) meaning we can too. If something doesn't work out, don't give up. Brainstorm a few other ways for your accomplishment, and slowly work on it from there. Eventually, a tree will grow into a giant healthy plant. Meaning you will grow stronger from your hard times 💖

The Guiding Stars

Chapter 1: Childhood

In a land; orderly pieced together, allowing a section for each biological terraform to live peacefully amongst the different climates, a group of young animals gather; setting up decorations, for the upcoming festivities in the young night as it ages, honoring the ancestors that made the unity between all species possible,amongst the fast growing civilization occupying the mass they all know and love today.

A lion cub- exhausted from his hard work that took place in the school yard, excited to see he is “almost” finished making the decorations handed to him. Paper, glue, and thinly wound string attracted to his paws; he holds his project by the tread used to hang the ornament to show off his accomplishment.

“I’m finally done! I can’t wait to start hanging these, this is my favorite time of the school year!”

“You are just excited because you don’t have to do this tedious work anymore.” an angered high pitched voices calls out from a red, orange tinted squirrel. Looking at her fur, you could tell she wasn’t a very handy person.

The lion cub looks over at her only in petty. He laughed at her.

“And you are only jealous because I only made a mess of my hands”

The room, well, open field full of children only knew of one manner in which to act. Laughter shattered through the wide open, putting Kelcy (the squirrel) in a hidden bent posture, hoping that would prevent everyone from looking at her, though it didn’t help.

“Hey now kids, let’s not spoil each others day with unnecessary remarks. Today is a special day, and should be lived like the rest. You know we don’t pick on others, so don’t start today, Thank you!” Miss Walters, a Gazelle trying to lift the gloomy aroma from the field.

Both the lion cub and Kelcy apologize to the teacher by putting their paws together “Sorry” came from beneath the breath of the two young animals, politely bowing to Miss Walters and the rest of the class.     

“It won’t happen again Miss Walters.” Kelcy reassuring the teacher. Under her breath she manages to slip out “At least not when you are around.” without the adult figure hearing.  

All the students rounded up with their finished; not all nice and neat, but young crafted projects, the floating orb. Volunteers began to show up, knowing the students were given a strict deadline -- 2:30 AM, for the cities decorations; to help Miss Walters keep the young animals tame, while they hang “stars” on the vintage beams of businesses, and open market places.

“Alright kids, you are all dismissed!” She nearly shrieked with excitement. “Hope to see you all at the festival tonight, and remember- it only takes ONE person… to make a difference.” Miss Walters was talking about the cause that made this celebration possible among the amalgamate.

A kit, sluggishly makes his way back to his den after overshadowing the fun that took place in the field, where others helped each other creating and decorating the city. The rest of the kids either went home, or romed back to the school, laughing, playing, and just having a great time.

The kit’s site picks up an older looking fox outside, working on what seemed to be a broken shutter, attached to a home made of sticks and mud, the door was round, and so was the window located on the right of the home.

“What’s wrong son?” Marvin; the kits dad asked, seeing the distant look on his son’s face. He was heartbroken to see a talented mind suffer, with not much to sustain it. Marvin felt responsible; only able to watch, and nothing more than a pill to help ease the pain. “I’m sorry there isn’t much I can do to help. I want to, you know I do, and I’m trying my best, I’m just not sure how to.”

Sylar looked at his father while tears began to form. Slowly, he walks toward his room. Thoughts ravage his mind; “No one wants you around”, “It’s all in your head”, “You have OCD? That must mean you are crazy.” The intrusive thoughts only strength each time he tried to fight them.

A wooden thud pierces through the air, caused by a furry paw. “Sylar-- do you mind if we talk outside?” Lingerly the kit accepts, questioning why his father would be calling him outside to talk. They begin climbing a marula tree just outside the doorway to their den; his father wanted him to be closer to the stars while they talked.

“Do you know what’s special about today?” Marvin asked, gazing into the shadows the stars created in the young, nights sky.

“N-no, I don’t. I know it holds deeply in the heart of our civility, but that’s about it. I don’t understand how such a big deal could be made over something as such.” Sylar looks down with disappointment strong in his sight.

“A city, filled with life, from any imaginable terraform, fit for each animal; gathering around the night’s setting, ominous stars, fire built for festivities to break loose amongst the great unity; dancing a ritual, to honor those whom made this colony, and now we celebrate the memorable day, our ancestors created for us; a city of all species. Son, I promise you, once you reach far enough to obtain your star; the star that shines the brightest and glows the greatest, things will get easier, just follow your dreams.”

“How do I know which is mine?” Sylar looked up into the sky; stars shining bright and luminescent.

Guiding Stars (subject to change)

Act 1 Scene 1

A group- Of young animals gather- to help set up decorations for the festival taking place later that day; to honor their ancestors that made their unity possible between all species amongst the vast land they all know and love today.

Lion Cub: Woo-hoo! (exhausted)

The cub shouts as he is down to his last few orbs made that school day.

Can’t wait to start hanging these. This is my favorite time of the year!

Sandy:(Annoyed yet playful)  You’re just excited because you are almost done with the most tedious part of the year.

Lion Cub: And you are just Jealous

Miss Walters:(uplifting) Hey now kids, let’s not spoil each others day with unnecessary remarks.

Both the lion cub and Sandy go up to Miss Walters, put their paws together and bowed at a fortyfive degree.

Lion Cub and Sandy: We are sorry, Miss Walters.

Sandy: It won’t happen again.  

Under her breathe

At least not when you’re around.  

Volunteers help the teacher, Miss Walters, keep all the young animals in line, keeping them safe and out of trouble.

Miss Walters: Alright kids, you are all dismissed! (excited) Hope to see you all at the festival tonight, and remember- It only takes one person to make a difference.

Miss Walters talking about the cause for celebration for the amalgamation. Students ramble on, not paying full attention to the teacher; they were all energized for the festival.

Act 1 Scene 2

A kit- sluggishly makes his way back to his den after overshadowing the fun that took place in the field while others were helped create and decorate the city. The kids that headed back to school played and laughed as they enjoyed each other's company.

Marvon: What’s wrong son?

Marvon heartbroken to see his son in such distress, and only felt responsible for only able to watch, with no help to offer other than a pill to ease the pain.

I’m sorry there isn’t much I can do to help. I want you to know I’m truly trying my best.

Sylar only looking up at his father with tears forming in his eyes; slowly he makes his way into his room, slipping past his mother who was preparing for the evening out.

Thinking to himself, his intrusive thoughts of not being wanted around only strengthen.

Act 1 Scene 3

Marvon: Sylar-- do you mind coming outside with me so we can talk?

Talking to on top of a marula tree, Marvon tries to stop his son's invasive thoughts, knowing that’s what was attacking Sylar.

Son, do you know what is special about today?

Sylar: N-no I don’t

He looks down disappointed in himself for not knowing something of a great deal for the city.

Marvon: A city, filled with life, from all types of terraforms; fit for each animal- who gather around the night’s setting- ominous stars. Fire built for festivities to break loose amongst the great unity, dancing a ritual, to honor- those who made this colony, and now we celebrate the memorable citizenship our ancestors created for us; a city of all species.

Son. I promise you, once you obtain your star, the star that shines the brightest and glows the greatest, things will get easier.

Sylar: how do I know which one is mine?

He looks up into the lively night sky, stars shining bright and glowing.

Marvon:(with a smirk) no son you won't find the star up there. You will find it, awaiting for your arrival; your star lives in you.

Sylar: I still don't fully understand? What do you mean it's in me?

Marvon: you may be too young to understand it now, but as you age and mature I think you will understand it a bit more.

Sylar: what if someone gets to my star before me?

Concerned for something he doesn't know to the fullest extent. Sylar face ponders for a bit while his dad thought up an explication.

Could someone already have gotten my “star”

Marvon: no no, only you have the power to obtain the aroma from your stars.

Sylar: stars? I thought there was only one.

Marvon: there are many lesser stars you will reach before getting to the great omniscient star.

Not sure of how else to explain the star situation to his six-year-old son marvon continues on with his motivational speech, hoping it would help his son in the future.

You have an importance in this world just live everyone else. Why else would you be here? Have you ever thought about that?

Marvon is really getting into the speech thinking about what his dad told him while he was Sylar's age.

My dad- he told me, just like now; I was in the same position you are now. He told me something I'd never forget till this day.

He told me that when I get down enough that I think harming myself would make all the pain disappear, make everything instantly better, and forget the past. That I wouldn't be here if I wasn't meant to be here. And now I see it. I am here to help guide my son. I truly hope this talk helped you sylar. I know it won't be easy for you to see clearly now. But hopefully, once you are older you can piece together this conversation and always keep it in mind.

Sylar: (grateful) okay dad, may I go to the festival?

Marvon: yes you may, you mother and I won't be joining you however, this year. We have a few things that need to be done.

Finances were behind but nothing a six-year-old needs to know.

Little was anyone paying attention. A little friend stopped by the forest district while everyone was out having a blast. It joined them in their ritualistic dance, though barely celebrating alongside them. It danced with a lively orange- red glow, consuming homes and housing additions as it recklessly moves.

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K-391 - Sky City 2013 ft. Gjermund Olstad

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