I can remember the pain.
Running through my legs as I biked through the streets of my hometown.
At the start of the journey there were many hills, but it was all downhill.
I loved the feeling. Pedaling was pointless. I was at full speed.
Yet at the end of it. I always knew there was the hill. The hill that cars have trouble getting up in the winter time. My little legs were never ready for it. But I would go up it. Moving inch by inch. Many times I had to get off my bike and push it up.
We reach a lot of hills in our lives.
As students that may be a big test.
As patients that may be an illness.
As husbands and wives that may be an argument.
I am not here to give you the cliche “keep moving forward and you will succeed.”
I am here to talk about the pain.
Just like the pain in my legs when I would press up that hill.
I feel as humans we have a tendency to look toward the end. To say, “do this and you will make it.” Sure, that is great and all. But tell me about your hurt. What did it feel like when you were lying in that hospital bed? What did it feel like when your spouse hurt your heart? What did it feel like when you had not studied enough and the pressure was causing your heart to race?
We all are so drawn to the outcome of those role models around us that we forget their journey.
We cannot learn from their finale, but we can learn from their struggles.
For me, in order to have the courage to get up the hill I needed role models.
I needed to witness bikers going up that hill in pain and making it to the top.
I needed to see my siblings struggling with me.
I needed to know that I was not the only one experiencing this hurt.
Friends, today I encourage you to be vulnerable regarding your pain. Allow others to hear your struggle up the hill.
In this way, the struggle can be glorified.
The struggle can lead to another’s triumph.
However, if the pain is bottled and the finale is on display, no one prospers but yourself.
So be open.
Tell the world your story up the hill.
Lets reach the top….together.