I scanned the surrounding area. I looked left and right, up and down, and that's when I saw it. Suddenly, my excitement deflated like a loose balloon, and I was left with a flat, lifeless feeling weighing down on me. Somewhere along the way, I had made a mistake. The error devastated me; two 9s in the same box, and I felt that my efforts to complete the Sudoku puzzle were now fruitless.
I was frustrated. I felt that all that time I had spent trying to solve it was all for nothing. I had trekked and climbed and struggled, yet in the end I never reached the peak. I fell. Simple as that. However, something weird happened. The sudden flood of disappointment I felt after knowing I failed was only knee-high. Above that, I felt...happy.
Why? Because of the journey. It was about the excitement and the fun in simply doing it. Every time I accomplished something, I was overcome by a rush of happiness. It isn't about reaching the destination, but rather the the journey to get there. In the end we all fall from the mountain, we all die. We choose how magnificent or meaningless our falls are through the paths we take. What matters is the journey of our existence, not just the end of it.
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