My daughter has this thing about making mountains. In the yard she finds dirt or even grass, but today it was sand at the beach. I am not sure where she got the idea, but somehow today I saw it as something more than a child’s game. Today she made mountains for each of the people she loves and then proceeded to dismantle them. it made me think of the mountains that we build for ourselves. On the one hand, we set goals that become our mountains to climb. These are good mountains so long as we are willing to either make the effort reach them and to keep them in sight or if we are willing to set them aside as something we no longer need. I actually think this kind of mountain is critical to avoiding a kind of complacency that leads to a life without goals. Unfortunately i also think there are too many people who are so afraid of not reaching them that they refuse to set goals or who are too afraid to go after what they really want, so the mountain remains something they simply look at from time to time as something beautiful, but too far off to reach. I guess i don’t believe in the unclimbable mountain and for me the joy of life is in both the attempt and the achievements of reaching our own personal summits.