Sometimes you just have to stand alone at the top of the mountain,
even if the wind blows violently, and it is take you. Stand on a stable,
 face against the wind and credible, this is my rock, and here I stand,
despite what others might say.We each have our own Your mountains.
Some are still in the foothills, and looking up,some are in the middle 
and in holding down the admire in the distance traveled. Upward 
watching may vary depending on belief and disbelief, but the peak of 
interest. So, the journey must continue.When you finally takes the last 
step and feet reach the peak, one can experience the exhilaration of 
achievement. Travel is not yet finished. Now it is only the strength and 
courage more the beginning of the trip, to stand in their own mountain tops.
Now, of course, it all begins.