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I went rock climbing yesterday. Even though I built a lot of endurance as a runner, I have no upper body strengths whatsoever. On my first ascend, I would have quitted. Halfway through the first climb, I mustered all my strengths to reach for the next step, but it was slightly out of my range of motion. I was stuck. It reminds me of how life is sometimes. Sometimes, I find it hard to keep on going; to meet expectations, face disappointments. Things seem to be distorted and I can’t put things in the right perspective. When my world seems to be at a standstill, I have no one to talk to, even though God is always there to listen. Maybe I’m losing my mind. Maybe I’m not.

“Rest!” William yelled from the bottom of the rock wall. The safety rope was connected to him, so I can’t fall. I forgot that he was supporting me. I just sat back and rest. After a few minutes, I tried again. Sometimes, my own strength is not enough and I need the help of other people. Just when I think I can’t go anymore, I went because of a word of encouragement, giving me insights to things I can’t see for myself.

After I passed the bend, or the most difficult part, the rest of the way was like clockwork. I climbed the rest of the way. I tapped the top of the wall, surprised at what I thought was impossible. Sometimes, it’s okay to fail too. It’s okay to not be able to reach the top.  The important thing is to keep climbing, keep trying, and most important of all, to rest. I like rock climbing. It reminds me of life.

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