I climbed mountains to cross the country to my destination, but every time I reached the peak, my eyes drifted up and I gazed upon another, taller mountain. For a long time I took this as a challenge and was proud of myself for persisting past the point where most would give up. But after a while, it wore on me and every time I saw a new mountain it started getting a lot harder. Now finally, there is still another mountain in front of me, I am tired and I just want to be home. I am near tears because I am near-broken and exhausted, but also because I failed. This is how I feel right now.