The thought of not moving forward never crossed his mind. This was no race. This was an opportunity to prove to himself that nothing will stand in his way.

Jason was a strong but once fragile man. One that would never take chances or even show any drive to become someone. He now was in the crossroads of life's choices. Standing in the middle of nowhere, with no one to help him.

He knew the outcomes of taking the journey ahead of him. Aware that to become that better person he had to move on.

Without a second thought, Jason stood up tall, took a deep breath and pushed on. Taking one step forward at a time, he slowly but confidently began to climb.

He fought his inner demons to hold back. Thoughts of the old him started talking to him, but Jason knew not to listen and keep on moving.

Struggling in his last few strides, he looked up and saw the top of the climb. As he searched for last rock to grip, a hand came into his sight. Wanting to take it, Jason found his grip.

Pulling himself up, an indescribable​ feeling came over him.