Feet together, legs are slightly bent... almost squatting in order to get full control of your current condition. Your current standing is already painful but that doesn't end there. The fear envelopes you as you realize that you climbed this far and you're stuck.

The wind blowing against you and contradicting your direction... trying to force you to fall.

You begin to doubt yourself.

You risked a part of yourself to get into this position and now you can't move on.

You slowly weaken... you tend to think negatively now.

You begin to fear for your own well being.

The only problem is. There is no way for you to go down without hurting yourself.

And so you hold on for your dear life.

Hoping that you could be saved.

Hoping that you will be recognized from that far away.

You remain in your position.

Holding on until you couldn't.

Fighting the angry gusts of wind and the tempation to give up.

Yearning for the greatest reward that seems unreachable.

But you continue to fight.

You continue to remain.

Doom can be expected but it doesn't matter anymore.

Nothing else matters.

Only the courage to stay. The courage to accept your fate.

And the hunger to reach the seemingly unattainable goal.