The simple fact is this: when you goto Alaska, you get your ass kicked.

Punish the body to perfect the soul.

So go ahead, break stuff. Break yourself on the once-hard edges of yourself. And recycle the debris into the foundation of your future.

I don't actually care what I climb, only how it affects me. Which means the summit doesn't matter as much as the emotional process.

Sometimes you must sacrifice yourself on the altar of effort to be reminded of what and who you could become if you applied yourself.

Everything costs something everyone pays

...and while ambition sleeps inside of me I content myself with memories of glitter and despair.