Seven Visits to Heaven.

Event.

Hey.
This is a description of an event, crazy isn't it?
But it's meant something.

Have you ever tried rock climbing?
I always fancied it.
When i was little, my Dad used to take places so that we can do it. We always liked reaching the high. I mean , who doesn't?
Once , We were in Australia and there we had rock climbing on our mini to-do list.
Even though it was cold, my dad kept driving for hours just so we can reach a spot for rock climbing.
I was always good at it. I always knew I could reach the highest stone. I always knew it in my head. I was always capable. I was hardworking and my folks believed in me. I had it in me both physically and mentally.
But there were times when i used to stop midway. My mom would be worried because of the bruises all pink and purple on my tiny hands. My hands would be all messed up. Just because of the bruises , I would stop midway.
Even though i knew i can reach the top.

Now associate it with something else.
Possibly my life.

I know i can reach the sky. I have it in me to do it. This isn't bragging. This is knowing about your abilities and hardwork. I can do it. I can reach the desired. My mind is strong enough to get it. I am capable.
But my body breaks.
It gives up on me.
That's why i am forced to stop even though I know I can go.

That's how it is.