And that, as they say, is it.
His Sherpa shook his hand and congratulated him.
Nothing left to achieve. No more goals to reach. He had done it all. Every mountain worth mentioning had now been scaled by him.
It had taken him just a year to do so. It was a folly, they had said when he’d laid out his plans. It could not be accomplished, they had warned. Yet he had proven them wrong, here, on top of the world.
There’s a storm coming in, his Sherpa said. If we want to make it to base camp we have little time to waste.
There was something to be said about that. Achieve your goal and then walk away. But why then was he not moving? Why was he staring at the brewing storm approaching?
He had not known about the particulars of clouds before he started his endeavour. But now he was a bit of an expert. You’d have to be, when you’re all alone, 20,000 feet high, your survival depending on how well you read the signs of impending weather.
Sir, we have to go, his Sherpa warned.
He wasn’t joking. The clouds were aligning for one massive storm. The kind you read about in adventure stories. The kind they write epic poems about if you dare to face it and come out alive.
They’ll call him mad if he does this. They’ll say it can’t be accomplished. But it is comforting to know that even when you’re on top of the world, there are always new goals on the horizon.
Sir, his Sherpa implored again.
No, he said, removing his backpack and facing the incoming storm head-on.
It doesn’t end here.
This is just the beginning.
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