Drop.

Pit.

Fall.

Chasm.

Below.

Empty.

Space.

These are the things rushing through the mind of the climber.

These are the words which suddenly spring to life and become more than words, they become fears; fears which could become realities.

There is a sickening dread which every climber knows, when the left foot slips off a ledge and kicks out into space.

When the right hand seeks the crevice and finds none.

Is it worth it?

Is it worth the sweat?

The intensity?

The fear?

Anything worth doing in life has risk.

Jobs. Marriage. Children. Travel. Politics. Justice. Hope...

So I argue in favour of the risky climb. I argue in favour of the dangerous slope. In favour of the perilous stretch, the hazerdous falls...

If you forgo those things in life...If you substitute the real Adventure in life for the hoax of a safe and happy existence, you never discover yourself. Never discover the rest of the Universe. Never discover what it means to risk and succeed, to strive and triumph.

Dangerous? Yes.

Difficult? You bet.

Worth it? Definitely.