I see an article about a woman, five years older than me, who just swam 103 miles from Cuba to Florida. It took her 53 hours. It was her fifth try. She was surrounded by boats.
And I’m thinking, “Why would you ever want to do that? I mean, I understand wanting to leave Cuba but there are perfectly good boats all around you! Riding in one of them would be ever so much quicker and easier!”
And I’m perfectly aware that she would consider that a very silly question. And I would never try to stop her from climbing any mountain she wants, metaphorical or otherwise, but personally I consider “because it’s there” to be a pretty dumb reason.