He spent a long time waiting to feel ready. Ready to begin again. Ready to leave the old life behind. Ready to believe that something better might still exist for him. But readiness never came. What came instead was a quiet understanding: if he stayed where he was, he would slowly disappear. So he began to climb. Not because he was certain. Not because he was fearless. But because some part of him still believed there was light beyond everything he had known. And perhaps that is what courage really is — not the absence of fear, but the decision to keep moving anyway.