And when you'll hesitantly spread your wings, hoping to fly, with your eyes on the summit, when you'll start embracing the struggle and getting over your fear of heights, when you'll start rising above the others, be careful.

  Be careful of the envious ones, the jealous ones, the bitter ones you are going to leave behind. For they shall be the ones who shall pull you down, drag you down. For they shall whisper words of discouragement in your ears and fill your heads with voices.

  Voices telling you that the summit is too high, that the sky is too risky, that the way is too difficult, that you are too small. Voices whispering in your ears, while each one of them slowly plucks out a feather from your wings, sucks out the strength from your mind and the hope from your heart.

They will leave you with a tired mind, an insecure heart and a pair of battered wings, unable fly anymore, and dragging you down instead. They will tell you that you should stop and give up on your foolish dream to see the summit. To remain where you are, lost in the crowd and afraid of the summit.

  But before you give up completely on the summit, listen to the voices, listen carefully, and look for that small voice in your head, which unlike the rest, tells you to go ahead, give it a try. To not give up on the summit, not to give up on your dream, no matter the tired mind, no matter the insecure heart, no matter the battered wings.

  Even if you can't fly anymore, listen to that voice, keep your eyes on the summit, take a deep breath and take your first step.

  Start climbing.