Satisfaction in my opinion is being able to look at oneself in a positive manner when challenges present a mountainlike structure and learning how to handle them.
For instance, take my fear of heights. Several people I know enjoy mountain climbing. One is a lady that has climbed Mt. Everest. Another is a man that along with two of his friends takes to the northeast trails high up in the mountains and enjoys camping along the way.
Personally, I’m not so inclined to be up that high. I don’t even like being up in a plane. I get dizzy just watching clips of people looking over the edge of a tall building. Whenever I’ve gone into Manhattan and someone wants to go to the top of the Empire State Building, I make sure I hold all their stuff and mine since I won’t be going up with them. Listen, it didn’t turn out so well for King Kong, so why push the envelope?
Now, don’t get me wrong…I have and will get on a plane. Of course, I also am so stiff I look like Rigor Must Be Mortis. Others have tried to convince me that it’s safer in a plane than a car. Well that may work if the plane were equipped with side airbags for all passengers, as well as a horn to warn oncoming traffic that we’re heading the wrong way, but alas! It isn’t so!