To my dearest sister:

Your ultimate dream in life reminded me of something tonight, and I want to share with you what your series of messages triggered in my memory. Seems somewhat irrelevant, but here it goes.

I have a funny … relationship … with mountains.

I often dream of waking up to them every morning. I’m always longing to be in their presence. They just have this inexplicable way of making me feel small, but grand at the same time — insignificant, while being truly something else, too. I suppose it’s safe to say that I really, really like mountains — in all seasons. Their incandescent beauty illuminates their incredible strength in the most graceful manner that their stillness is simply… moving.

But it’s strange. It’s strange because once I am face to face with the mountains or am being welcomed by their towering bodies on the horizon, I almost never know what to do. I always feel utterly incapable of expressing the awe and longing I have for them when in their presence. It’s as if, after dreaming of finally seeing and being with these mountains, I actually have no idea how much greater they are. I’m always almost too afraid to do anything. I’m in awe, I just… can never grasp it — the moment, their beauty, how grateful I am for the way they move me. The endless speechlessness never seems enough. The endless list of beautiful adjectives describing their grandeur never seems enough either.

Sometimes, I think fear takes over. Fear of failure to show utmost gratitude, appreciation, and joy at the sight of these mountains. Fear of not being grateful enough or even happy enough. Fear of not being … enough. If I could see another mountain tomorrow, I would just let the moment embrace me, and trust that they’ll know that they are as divine as their Maker, as I truly believe they are.

Next time I dream of something as grand as these mountains, I would make sure that the moment I am face to face with it or am being welcomed by its grandeur on the horizon, I won’t waste a single moment being afraid of not being enough. I won’t waste a single moment questioning of whether such things are happening or not because regardless of what I feel, it doesn’t change the fact that my desires, hopes, goals - as impossible as they may seem - are real. Dreaming is not for the faint of heart.

You are not faint of heart.

Dare to believe.