There is a place, I just know there is, on the far side of the mountain, that is peacefull and joyous. A place where I can be happy and creative. A place where I can find love and laughter. A place where I can be content.
I know that if I can just get over the mountain, and reach that special place, I will find the sun shining, the birds singing, and revel in the love of life I find there.
If I can but reach the far side of the mountain, I will be able to write songs and poetry, for that is the place that it is done.
If I can reach the far side of the mountain, I will find love and happiness. I will find friends, that love me for me, and for no other reason.
If I can reach the far side of the mountain, I will smile and laugh, and feel warm and comfy every day.
I know in my heart, that the far side of the mountain is the place for me to be.
But, alas I fear, the mountain is too large for me to cross. The peak reaches to a daunting height. It disappears amidst the clouds.
I have tried, oh how I have tried, to cross over this mountain, to reach the far side where I long to be.
Each time I have climbed, it proved to great a feat for me. Many a time Itried, only to reach an unscalable cliff. There was no way for me to go, no footholds or handholds, no purchase for me at all.
Several times I have found spiral paths, that wind there way up to the heights, but the journey was so long, I had to turn back before it became night.
Oh, I have neared the peak, don’t think that I haven’t. But it was a cold, lonely place, and I feared if I didn’t turn back, I would forever be stranded there.
So, each night I dream of the far side of the mountain, and each morning,the mountain still looms over me.
A day comes, as many days have before, when I sit and stare at the mountain, wishing to cross to the other side, and knowing I am not up to the task. But then the gem of an idea comes to me. Just a little thought that tickles my mind, and won’t let me be.
Why must I climb and cross the mountain to get to the other side? Cannot I reach the far side of the mountain by simply walking around it?
The next morning I set out, to walk around to the far side of the mountain, and I find my path is smooth. It takes a while true, but I con’t care. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I can see the mountain slip by, as I make my way to the far side.
And I reach it. I make it to the far side of the mountain. What a joyous day. I have reached the place that I longed for, but thought I would never see.
But then I stop, and take a good look around. The far side of the mountain looks no different than the place I was before The people are the same, as are the places and things.
And then I realised an amazing thing. The mountain was never there, it was only in my mind.
And that joyous, special place, the far side of the mountain, was always in reach, found inside of me.