I went on this trip with my family, to the northern sides. We went to the place Swat.
It was well above the average mountain heights.
There, everyday, I would wake up at 6 on the morning, I would get a cup of coffee and I would climb the one mountain.
I figured out the way to the top so, it took not more than 25 minutes.
Oh, but I tell you, once I was there. A the top. It seemed that even though I was at the top there were more bigger mountains than the one I was standing on, ironically, my mountain seemed the shortest.
However I would sit there and enjoy.
Birds chirping on the left ear. Crows whacking in the right one. The sweet sounds of sorrow embarking the wind.
Cow moaning to the right, behind the crows.
On the left, the fall of millions of droplets of water ahead of the birds.
Before the birds, people in their indistant chatter.
The home of millions and billions of insects and birds.
All in their own rhythmic chores.
This was the most beautiful scenario I had experienced.
There was something greater, you see. Before I went there, I was feeling lost and broken into a million pieces. I thought and felt as if my soul was lost.
So I climbed the mountain to get the nature to help me and find my soul back.
I would sit at the edge and I would converse silently with the mountain that was in front of me.
Somehow it understood what I was saying and miraculously, I could hear what he was saying.
There I stood, at the top of the mountain, surrounded by them yet still.
In between a prison, no one wants to break free from. That, that eternal true.
A sinic and skeptic, would only do himself one favor and that is by believeing in the miracle that now surrounds the soul.
I looked at them, at that family and through unstatic waves, the legacy came chirping at towards me.
You alone can help yourself.
A thick and heavy, masculine, the type of voice that guarantees experience, just a little salty and sweaty, somewhat tired always but in other expects the positive motivator, some one who knows struggle and battles and failure but still believes in recovery and help.
The mountain answered in such a voice.
Telling me to dig my roots deep and be as I want to be, in any position I want to be.
he sent again to tell me to let go of everyone.
The perfect solitude. The ominous combination of solicity.
I, a humble bow in the perfect respect for the nature that holds me within its self.
I bowed and tried again and again to be the perfect reflection of those words.
But the mountain, my new friend kept telling me,
I alone can help myself.
I didn’t find my soul back then, but I found a new friend, a friend who told me that I was like him, from his family and one day when I achieved everything and survived the fights, I too could come and there, next to him, just like that.
And just may be some new soul would come seeking the same help.
Most of all, it assured me that I had a home, in the wild wild woods.
See, for yourself, the magnificent mountain!