"The better part of valour is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life."*
I could have posted a pretty picture of a cow eating grass in the mountains but it would have said nothing about my own foolishness.
I wanted a taste of the glory that comes from overcoming one of nature's obstacles, but in the process I turned a magical day into a nightmare.
Strangely though, even as I returned home physically and mentally defeated, I knew if I had taken any other course of action I would have felt somehow dissatisfied.
Should one always turn back within the limits of comfort, or is it good to sometimes stretch into less hospitable realms?
For my own sake, I hope in the future I can learn to better discern exactly how far it is from ease and safety that I'm straying.
*Falstaff justifying the counterfeiting of his own death in Shakespeare's Henry IV Part I
