Why were the mountains created? For what purpose? As I am flying over them today, I don’t see the obvious.
I looked back at them anyway, maybe I missed something. They were beautiful in their own way. I don’t know why there were mountains in my life, but there were. I was just rejected because of them. I can’t change the fact that those mountains existed.
I don’t know what mountain you are facing or what mountains you have overcome, but I guarantee that as you look back you’ll find how beautiful your life can be because of them. I am neither bitter or envious because of my life experiences, instead I am filled with strength and understanding of others. I chose how I wanted to respond when I overcame my struggles. We all have that choice. We can chose to be bitter or we can allow the sufferings of life to build our character and use them to help others through their suffering.
Her Name Means Wild 