I used to think 'getting through it' was the goal. Now I see the getting through is the path. The mountain doesn't care how fast you climb. Only that you keep moving towards the light at the top. The scars are just the map of how you got there. It’s not the destination, but I still check the map. Knowing where I could end up keeps me from wandering too far into the dark woods. Even if I never arrive, the intention matters.