Life is like a long trek up a rugged mountain trail. We pass cliff after sheer cliff along the way, teetering on the edge of disaster more frequently than we’d like to admit. In any given moment, we might feel the excitement of daring to pass those treacherous edges and living to tell about it, the fear of not knowing what’s waiting for us around the next bend, sincere gratitude for having travelled this far, or the nagging dread that one day our luck will run out.
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