Stairway to Heaven

I toiled and moiled and then I found it. The stairway to heaven. And then I climbed, the steps seemed infinite, but I had hope. If I could get to the top all the suffering would be worth it. I would tell this to myself to motivate me to keep climbing. And I climbed and climbed and climbed; One foot in front of the other.

Reminders, lists, alarms, phone calls, routines, forms, exams. I just need to get to the top. Then it would be worth it. And after what felt like an eternity. I got there. I set my foot on the last step and looked up to behold it's glory, and what did I find, you ask? More steps.

What does this mean? Of course, this is heaven indubitably, but the steps go up even higher. I could keep climbing, perhaps. Or I could stay here? What say you?

June 23, 2024, 4:32 p.m.