My Invisible Hill

It’s invisible. Though prominently raised through many trials and tribulations, it stands proud and true yet unrevealed to all save me. I've trudged up and down that mighty hill more times than I can recall, leaving my footprints - along with blood, sweat, and tears - engrained on its landscape. I’m actually quite proud to say that hill is mine – I own that piece of property free and clear. Its design echoes a life filled with an overwhelming array of challenges, all presented in over half of a century and filled with a steep inclination to survive. It has not always been an easy climb up and down my hill's rocky course, but it has always been a necessity, rich in lessons but more importantly, just a plain ole' reinforcement in perseverance.

I shall fall on my sword and die one day high atop my invisible hill, succumbing to the inevitable that claims us all no matter how much we resist. When I meet my end and cross to whatever lies ahead, I’ll probably find more hills, both invisible and otherwise. I hope those hills won’t be so treacherous as my little one, but after all I’ve done and said – and all I’ve failed to do and say - it’s very likely the next ones will be mountains that ascend to touch the clouds.

It goes without saying, I’ll do my best to delay that bit of hiking.