Those Mountains Were Not Meant To Be Carried

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. It wasn’t like I thought we would ever be back to Dade City, Florida and my tower. I thought I had climbed that enough times.

And once I left here the last time, I thought that was it. In our travels, I’ve learned that if you say goodbye to a place, most likely, you will be back.

It’s something you learn when traveling full time.

You try not to get too attached to any one place. Because you know you are going to leave. You also have to shut off your emotions a bit too. You will see many things that you wish could be changed. Many places that we went, it was hard to see the lack of caring for animals or the earth. Sometimes it was hard to see pollution or the welfare of people. Every place had its own battles. Everywhere we went, we took many of those observations to our hearts and we still carry them. We still think about them.

Like my tower that I climbed here so many times before, we can go over the same things in our minds. Over and over. Things we have done wrong. Things we would like to change. But my friends, you were meant to climb those mountains. You weren’t meant to carry them.

What I am saying is that if you can help a situation, someone or some place, do that. Make the climb! If you truly cannot, try to get help. Meet someone half way. Can they help you make that climb?

And just like I wait everyday for Boy Person to run to the tower and give me the motivation to climb up, maybe there is someone to help you too.

He doesn’t carry me. He doesn’t carry my burdens. Or the thoughts in my mind. But he motivates me. We all need motivation. We can’t always solve a problem. We certainly can’t fix the world. All we can do is try to make the climb, help, and leave it there. You can’t carry too much or you’ll never go anywhere else.

And just like my tower that I thought I would never see again, or make it to the top, oh…I did. And I left the mountains below.

Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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