Life changes them. And they're not really meant to be navigated alone. Most mountains are part of a range. They exist alongside other mountains. They're part of a landscape that's bigger than any single peak. ⛰️

The best thing for me might be to stop seeing myself as a solitary mountain and start seeing myself as part of something larger. Not losing my reason or my groundedness, but recognizing that reason alone isn't meant to carry a whole life. That some things that matter most can't be reasoned into. 💭

I've spent so long protecting myself with logic that I think I've forgotten something important: humans are not built to be protected. We're built to be connected. And connection requires vulnerability. It requires letting people in. It requires trusting something you can't reason your way through first. 🤝

I think what's best for me is to practice being brave in a different way. Not brave by being defended and controlled, but brave by being open. Brave by letting someone see me — not the perfect, logical version of me, but the confused, feeling, uncertain version too. 💫

Because maybe the real strength isn't the mountain. Maybe the real strength is knowing when to step down from the mountain and walk through the valley with another person. Maybe it's knowing that sometimes the wisest choice your reason can make is to acknowledge that reason has limits. 🌙

What if my greatest growth comes not from trusting myself more, but from learning to trust something beyond myself?