If I summed up life in 3 words they would be: Peaks and Valleys. In faith, in intellect, in motivation, in love. The highest of high as you soar above Kilimanjaro, your heart higher still- and the lowest of lows- an empty tin can upon the floor, rain dripping, trickling, pushing it to and fro though it be without life of its own. Valleys are meant to be left in pursuit of higher ground yet often seem so impossible to traverse that in the struggle of the climb we fail to see the Hands, ever present, gently offering a boost if we but ask. Ego obscures otherwise rational minds. Ego makes you take the long way home when the short cut is simply a hop across the brook.