The Climb

A REFLECTION OF SEASON THREE OF GAME OF THRONES

Image result for season 3 of game of thrones There are times in our lives when choices come into focus. And that choice, right or wrong, though difficult, bubbles up to the forefront as the only choice one can make.

When you're alone in unknown territory and fall in love, and the one you love shoots arrows into you: you climb.

When all seems lost, your family dead, and all you have is hate and a list of names to avenge your family name, one of which is your captor: you climb.

When you're not taken seriously, maybe because you're a woman or a child or have some perceived disability: you climb.

When you are forced to marry someone instead of the one you love: you climb.

When you endure the death of your father, the abuse of someone you thought was good, and the loss of your ancestral home: you climb.

When you are captured and tortured: you climb. When you are thrown in a pit with a bear: you climb.

When the snow is deep and the wall is tall, and the only way out is up: you climb.

When you're betrothed to another and you meet the love of your life: you climb.

But climbing comes with a risk. It is the most difficult choice, but there are no guarantees. In fact, failure outweighs success 2 to 1. Wars will be lost. Hope will die. Children will be taken off in the night. And wedding halls will run red.

Unfortunately, hindsight is 20/20. Time to reshuffle the cards and move the pieces on the chessboard. The climbing is just getting started.


~Michael DeNobile

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