High above the clouds,

Air cold, thin, but fresh,

My gaze sweeping from

One distinct peak to the next,

I consider my future.

Summiting one of these peaks

Can take a whole day.

But rising to fame, wealth, and “success”

Can take a whole lifetime.

My peers and I are told

To only pick one peak.

Mount Lawyer, Mount Actor,

Mount Teacher, Mount Doctor.

But, eyes glued to the summit,

Muscles screaming in agony,

We pass right by the delicate

 Wild flowers just off of our trail,

And we fail to see the free flying hawks

Soaring even higher than the

Mountains we are chained to.

We admire and encourage these

Tall Hopes and Dreams.

So does the lack of one distinct goal

Make me unmotivated,

Or just open-minded?

Well, my dream is happiness,

And I may not know right now

Exactly what that looks like,

But at least I’m free.

Free to choose,

Free to live,

Free to climb any

And all of the

Peaks that I desire.