My trail splintered off from the marked path that would take me to all the summits I thought I should climb: becoming recognized in my field, owning a 3 bedroom house, and raising 2.5 well adjusted kids. I ventured tentatively into the underbrush. All through this, the PCT stood perpetually amongst the skyline of so many other summits, one whose splendor lit a fire in me whenever it peeked through the trees, but which I couldn’t decide on moving towards or leaving behind.
My trail splintered off from the marked path that would take me to all the summits I thought I should climb: becoming recognized in my field, owning a 3 bedroom house, and raising 2.5 well adjusted kids. I ventured tentatively into the underbrush. All through this, the PCT stood perpetually amongst the skyline of so many other summits, one whose splendor lit a fire in me whenever it peeked through the trees, but which I couldn’t decide on moving towards or leaving behind.
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