K2 is not some malevolent being, lurking there above the Baltoro, waiting to get us. It's just there. It's indifferent. It's an inanimate mountain made of rock, ice, and snow. The "savageness" is what we project onto it, as if we blame the peak for our own misadventures on it.
The summit is just a halfway point.
Getting to the top is optional. Getting down is mandatory.
Mountains don't kill people, they just sit there.
There are no short cuts to the top.
I believe that, with anything in life, if you have the patience, desire and passion, you can do whatever you set your mind to.