It was early morning, and the sky was just beginning to shift from deep blue to the soft hues of dawn. I stood at the base of a mountain, looking up at the jagged path that snaked upward, disappearing into the clouds. The summit was nowhere in sight. I couldn’t help but feel a wave of uncertainty wash over me. Could I really make it? The journey seemed endless, and the peak felt impossibly far. But something inside me stirred—a quiet voice, urging me to take just one step. That’s all it asked. Not the entire climb, not even a mile. Just one step forward. So I did. The first step was small, barely a shift in distance, but it sparked something. My foot hit the rocky ground, and suddenly the task before me didn’t seem so monumental. One step turned into another. Soon, the rhythm of my feet meeting the earth became a steady beat. Each movement, though modest, brought me a little closer to my goal. As I climbed, the trail wasn’t always kind. There were loose rocks, steep inclines, and momen...
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