Amara stood at the edge of the cliff, staring at the vast expanse of mountains before her. The wind whipped around her, as if taunting her with the challenge that loomed ahead. For months, she had been preparing for this trek—both physically and emotionally. It wasn’t just a hike; it was a journey to prove to herself that she could conquer anything.

But deep down, she didn’t believe she could do it.

Ever since her divorce two years ago, Amara felt like a failure. She had lost her sense of purpose, struggling to hold on to the person she once was. Every morning was a battle to get out of bed, and every night was a reminder of the life she no longer had. The idea of climbing this mountain became symbolic for her—a way to regain her strength, a way to feel alive again.

Yet, as she stood there, the mountain seemed more impossible than ever. Every step forward felt like an insurmountable obstacle, and fear began to whisper in her ear.

“You can’t do this. You’ll fail again.”

As if summoned by her thoughts, a voice broke through the silence. “Beautiful view,...