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

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

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

Punish the body to perfect the soul.

Frostbite? I consider that a failure.

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.

It doesn't have to be fun to be fun.