Another mountain climbed. Another valley crossed. They turned over another cornerstone, opened a new page. They have done much in life. "God, why am I the only christian that had made neither progress in my walk with you, and with the destiny of my life? Am I lukewarm? Neither hot nor cold?" Before me. Behind me. It's the same. It stretches for miles and miles. I continue to move, but the scenery stays the same. An unending prairie - in front and behind. Dull. Lifeless. Void of anything different. Yet, I continue to go. My path is too easy to walk. Yet I find this in itself too hard. Because when something is hard, when it has texture it is easier to keep going. It must also be easier to forget that they even have to walk, and in a way one could enjoy the hardships, because it adds color to life. Their mountains and valleys show progress. All around me, my friends join me on my path for a short while, before heading back to their mountains. I hear...