Welcome jean

Let's make a character named Jean. She is barely of height to reach the top of the fridge, but is often asked to. It is a frigid mountain in her eyes, and all rewards lie at the top of frigid mountains. Cookies, donuts, and bugs in jars.
    She likes boys when they don't smile easily, but do smile often. It makes life seem harder and more rewarding all of the time. She likes beating uphill slopes, eating bland cereal, and hugging the unhugable. She likes it because it is considered difficult. She likes being considered difficult.
    On Friday, September 12th, she found herself considering suicide and living. Why? Because everyone said it was impossible. She liked the odds. With a daft slip off the side of Mt. Erickson she fell without screaming towards the impossibly high snow drifts thousands of feet below. Like a military paratrooper without a parachute she aimed herself head first into the impending destruction with great precision. And then, like the last drop of chilled iced tea meeting the glass to which all were bound, she was reunited with the inevitable ice and snow that could only be her legacy. Inevitably it fell every year, and inevitably it melted. And, inevitably she met it head on daring death to take her.

It did, but not to where it normally does.

It took her back home.

There it sat with her and asked her once more to reconsider her position. After a short scalding, one she had grown used to, it reminded her that she was not in any position to commit suicide and that unless she proceeded to do what she had so far failed to accomplish with the right attitude (one of sadness, angst, self-pity, and remorse) she would never succeed. It was then Jean thought to herself. Could it be? Had she found something that she could not accomplish, despite the odds?
      She woke from an afternoon nap a changed woman. There are impossible things in life, she thought, because she had declared them such. The impossibility was one in which she had crafted on her very own. And, as she could not accomplish those things, why bother trying? She started adding sugar to her cereal since the bitterness had really no effect on her. On her way to school she still ran up the hill because there was no reason not to see the top sooner, and she still hugged the unhuggable because she wanted to see them smile. The difficulty was in place for a reason. The rewards were meaningful. Some challenges meant to be overcome, some to teach us not to. And, she plays monopoly with Death every Thursday.