A dreary morning slipping into bleak nightfall; day after day. One cannot help but think: “As soon as this ends…” “As soon as I move out…” “If only, I get that…” “If only, my relationship were…” Our eyes then crinkle with radiance, “…And I will be happiest soul; guaranteed!” Necks strained, intoxicating gazes fixated on the highest gleaming golden tip of the snow-kissed mountain; perceiving it to be our final destination—bound to mercifully assuage infinite yearnings laid at the very bottom of our hearts that drizzle through every trudge, sigh and clench. Or, it may diluge—an outcry of enduring landslides and cold avalanches; and yet still, rises unannihilated. Life, as they say—is like an ascend; with every being eyeing the top, Argus-eyed; for the highest peak overlooks the most splendid view—a view of awe while one lords above it all. An unmatched feeling of liberty. The climb may be exhilarating; emitting a whiff of euphoria tugged by trepidation while swirls of fai