Into thin air

Somehow always fantasizing about having the whole world underneath his feet, he could finally reach the summit of Mt.Everest. It was approximately sixty hours that he hadn't slept and all he had eaten was a very small amount of peanuts and a bowl of soup. His mind could work only the way that a slow child's works and this was caused by reaching so little oxygen. After fulfilling his dream, being on the top of the earth which is the most detached place ever, all he could feel was so much happiness and starve and cold and tiredness that robbed him of the ability to care.

In my opinion, Life is a series of risks,nothing more. Any attempt at everything has a chance of complete failure. We risk everything; there's always a chance that walking outside will kill us. I personally think that taking risks is a good choice to make progress either in your own life or even in science. I oppose taking risks that may bring about death and this stuff but I absolutely agree with trying somehow dangerous things in order to make life interesting.