Up the Mountain

Today I’m going to try something new.

Something different.

Here it goes…

Faydra had one goal.

To reach the top of the mountain in the far distance, the sun was setting, and she felt she was running out of time, she had to move now and fast.

She was excited and picked up her step and turned it into a sprint.

She reached it almost in no time where the mountain began.

Surprised she had gotten here so fast, and thought to herself, “This won’t be too hard”.

She prepared her steps and climbed the first part, when suddenly, something grabbed her leg and she fell. She looked up at the culprit and noticed it was herself.

Well, another version of her, in another time. She looked confused up and asked

“but don’t you want us to climb that mountain?”

The other Faydra just shrugged and vanished just as quickly into thin air.

Had she just imagined herself or had it really happened?

She got up confused, preparing to make the climb again.

Once again, she took a step, but this time looked back, making sure no one was there to pull her off the mountain.

Nothing was there, relieved she took another step, feeling yet again exited to start the journey ahead of her.

Determined to reach the top.

After the 3rd step, she heard someone distantly calling out to her.

It was him.

He had the most beautiful calming voice. A voice that reached something deep in her core, a feeling of love, and joy, which left her weak in her knees.

Her legs gave out and she stumbled down the mountain, desperately trying to follow the voice.

She walked far away from the mountain, searching where the voice was coming from.

She followed it into the deep dark woods, deeply entranced by this beautful mystical voice. She suddenly saw an image, but faint.

She was close, but not close enough, she had to get closer, to see the image more clearly, but when she thought she was close enough to him, he vanished into a smoke cloud.

She was yet again left alone, standing in the woods. Wolfs howling nearby, and she felt more alone then ever.

She stood there a while, listening to the howling of the wolves, feeling stupid, that she had been tricked by this illusion.

She felt the anger rise.

Cursing herself for being distracted by this beautiful idea of something that wasn’t true.

She turned around, stomping her feet, towards the mountain, even more determined now to climb that damn mountain.

Once again, she stood in front of the mountain, and nothing would keep her away from her path, she promised.

She took a step, then another, and another.

For a long while she was moving up that mountain.

It was rocky and slippery at times, and left her catching her breath several times, but she was also feeling more alive and happier than before she had decided to go on the climb.

Suddenly out of the blue, she got caught in a branch. It had entangled her leg so thoroughly, that the more she tried to shake and pull her leg free the more she was stuck.

She tried breaking the branch off but noticed an image of her friend, deep inside the branch.

Her friend lips moved, but no words came out, though surprisingly she understood every word.

The words was pleading to her, to not climb that mountain and get consumed by the climb.

To stay here on the cliff side half way up the mountain or turn back completely.

She hesitated and was suddenly filled with doubt.

Maybe she was crazy.

Was it the right thing to do to climb this mountain?

Was she loosing herself in her pursuit of a better future, a dream that she had no idea what would bring?

Would she have to sacrifice what she held so dear, or would she be gaining more?

Was it worth it?

She just stood there for what seemed like hours, in a complete standstill.

Thoughts consuming her.

Doubts, fear of the unknown and the what if´s

She had had nothing but trouble so early on in her journey, maybe the voice was right.

Hours passed

days

months

Eventually she felt she was becoming a part of the mountain side.

Still stuck on the branch, doubting herself more the ever.

Until one day, when the sun stood high in the cloudless sky, she realised.

ENOUGH was ENOUGH
NO MORE doubts NO MORE standstill, only Action

She wouldn’t be able to know if she was sacrificing a part of herself, or if the journey ahead of her was her biggest dream or a potential nightmare.

The only way she would be able to find out the truth was if she kept on climbing, until she reached the top.

At least she would be moving and not stuck in a perpetuous standstill

Suddenly the branch released her. Surprised and also relieved she yet again went back to the climb.

To this day, if you look far enough into the distance you can still see a faint image of Faydra climbing that mountain.

Step by step

Sometimes taking breaks to catch her breath, but is no longer ruled by fear doubts, or insecurity

So, what was the point of this story?

Who is Faydra?

And why this style of writing?

Faydra is a part of me.

She is me.

She is my inner strength, inner turmoil, inner doubts, fear, insecurity, she is love, she is friendship, she is my thoughts, my feelings.

When I was younger, I used to write about a fictional character in a fictional style to tell a story.

In this story its things I struggle with in real life right now, my thoughts, my fears, you get the jest of it.

This story today is about the struggle I’ve come across trying to reach my own personal goals, and my own dreams.

Determined to reach them, but also constantly being pulled back by fear doubts and life events.

I’m on the long journey to climb my mountain and determined.

So dear reader, what does this mean to you?

Well maybe its just a few minutes of entertainment or maybe you are in the same situation?

If you are then here is what Ive discovered in my own journey, so far.

When you are determined about something, its not always going to go your way

Sometimes, unexpected events will pull you back.

Sometimes, being pulled back isn’t a bad thing but just makes you more equipped for the journey ahead.

But staying on the journey you set yourself is important

If you have something you want in life, your own mountain, keep climbing.

Yes, you don’t know what will happen when you reach the top, but you won’t know until you try.

Sometimes things in life will hold you back, but if you don’t quit and come back to it, once well rested, you are at least on the climb.

I hope you found my blog post entertaining or that it could help you in your own climb up your own mountain.

The biggest reason I turned my post into one of my little fictional stories is because of something I need to get better at in my own journey, up my mountain and that is storytelling.

Also being indecisive, but that I cant do anything about at 3 a clock in the morning, but atleast I can practise the art of storytelling.

I hope you enjoyed reading this and mostly that you have an amazing morning.

Until next time

Missfaylyn out 🙂