We all look up to mountains. Even if you’re standing on top of one, they’re not looking up to you. You haven’t conquered a mountain if you’ve climbed it; you’ve conquered some part of yourself that caused you to have disbelief in your ability. Really, it’s just heart and lung capacity and your ability to push through the burn of lactic acid in your legs. The mountain doesn’t compete against us, yet always wins. It exists without pain and doesn’t feel the need to conquer its surroundings, yet it has the power to dictate the lives of those who live around it.