When you think about it, that is all reality is around yourself; ropes, chains and reaching that summit. Chains can be taxes, shitty women, awful job, poverty and whatever else it may be. Ropes are the opportunities, the luck, the 1000 metric fucktonnes of effort and ambition you put towards reaching up to give those ropes a tug; this catapults you to a higher plateau of existence, with it comes fewer chains with each succeeding level until you stand atop the Everest, nay, The Olympus Mons of your own choosing!

Going our own individual way is the first step in realizing our potential, to see the chains and ropes for what they are and acting accordingly. May your skies be fair brothers, Ave, Imperator, morituri te salutant