Say those three magic words...

I'm not a compressive person. I don't put my feet up, I don't sit still. Whatever the game is, I love to win and once I do, I find a new game. I push myself, it doesn't matter how much I achieve. There's always a new goal, a new set of values I strive for. There's always a new dream worth pursuing, there's always another mountain. It always was, except for now...

I want to pick up the phone and call. I want to tell you that I know I've been a jerk, but now I want to make things right. I want a clean break and I want it with you. You took me by surprise last time, I wasn't ready yet. You can count on me now, you really can. Just... say something...

Did you never notice how they always only take pictures of climbers on top of summits? They're all so extatic, triumphant. They don't take pictures along the way, because who wants to remember the whole agonizing journey to the top? I push myself because I have to, not because I like it. The relentless climb, the pain and anguish of getting to the next level, no one takes pictures of that, nobody wants to remember it. We just want to remember the view from the top. The breath taking moment at the edge of the world. That's what keeps me climbing and it's worth the pain. It's worth the sacrifice, it's worth everything, it's worth anything...