Mountains forever change, yet remain exactly the same. The trees grow, trees die, the process starts over. Snow falls onto the peak, it melts, the process starts over. Should we not be the same? Everything in life leads to a new beginning. When something is lost, is the void not filled by something else? When family is lost, is there no second generation? When love is lost, will we give up? When a fire burns the trees and melts the snow on a mountain, does the mountain crumple and fall to ruins, or does it grow taller and stronger? Let me ask, are you going to be the mountain that falls?
