Summit°

My journey began at Mt. Ulap, where the clouds floated endlessly above. The climb was steep and the wind sharp. Yet standing at the summit, I realized that dreams, like clouds, may seem far but they are not impossible to touch. You just have to keep going, step by determined step.

At Mt. 387, the trail tested my strength with its sharp ascents and endless zigzags. My legs burned and my breath ran short. It felt just like those moments in life when dreams seem too far or too tiring to chase. But as I reached the peak, the view made every struggle worth it. It reminded me that obstacles are part of the climb, and they make the victory even sweeter.

Mt. Talamitan was different in its own way. Its wide, open grasslands bathed in sunlight made me feel small but hopeful. The sun was harsh and the trail felt endless, just like the times when dreams seem too big or too far away. But with every step, the summit grew closer. Every effort counted, no matter how small.

Then came Mt. Batolusong, quiet and gentle under the soft morning light. The peaceful path and calming view seemed to whisper, "Stay patient, stay steady. Even when life feels slow, you are moving forward." I learned that chasing dreams is not always about rushing. Sometimes, it is about trusting the journey itself.

Finally, I stood at the summit of Mt. Pulag, the highest of them all. Here, the clouds danced beneath my feet. The air was cold, the climb was hard, and every step felt exhausting. Yet here, at last, I touched the very thing I had been chasing. My dream. My cloud. My proof that every struggle, every doubt, and every fall along the way had been worth it.