If our actions can’t move mountains, why act at all? Well, I’ve been thinking about this lately and after feeling the initial disappointment of a non-epic life, I decided justify my existence so that I’d feel better. I think it’s a matter of what you consider a mountain. Your mountain is yours and my mountain is mine and the world is full of little mountains, more like molehills. The big ones come once in a while, and if we’re really strong we can at least hold it in place, but chances are it will never move. Sometimes it’s scary to realize that you are happy with the small things - the molehills. Dreams of grandeur make you doubt your molehills and look to the mountains but aside from a few great people, we all live merely in ant farms.