I feel like I’ve climbed [Mount Everest] a few times already.
There are so many ways to [go up a mountain].
With the right gear and without it. 
With a little help or all on your own.
By car, by train, or by gondola.
On your bike or on your feet. 

Where did you start your journey,
and did it end somewhere?
Did you carry your own weight?
What did it feel like to slide down during your way up?
Did you have the luxury to choose this challenge yourself? 
Would you do it again?
Would you recommend it to others? And why not?
Was it a once-in-a-lifetime experience
or does it keep repeating itself over and over again?


I’ve never been to the Himalayas
but I feel like I’ve climbed Mount Everest a few times already.

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