In a world that constantly pulls us in all directions — deadlines, duties, chaos and crowds; there lies a silent escape that I hold closest to my heart: the mountains!!
These towering giants aren’t just geographical wonders to me. They are my personal healing space. What am I healing from? From the noise of everyday schedules, from the never-ending to-do lists, from the constant buzz of a life lived in fast-forward. The mountains give me what nothing else does — peace, pause and presence!!
Whenever I run away from this ever-rushing life, I find solace in the lap of these quiet guardians. There, time slows down. My thoughts settle. My heart breathes. It’s the me-time I crave, not to be alone but to feel whole again.
The strength the mountains lend me is silent yet firm. It seeps into my bones without saying a word. Their stillness calms my chaos. And my cravings for snow-covered peaks? Oh, they’re not just about the view. It’s about that feeling of wonder, purity and something untouched.
Every time I sit among the mountains, I collect moments. Moments of serenity, of self-reflection, of simply being. And when I return, I don’t come back empty-handed of course. I bring back stories written in the winds, memories pressed between pine needles and a stronger version of myself.
The mountains, for me, are a very beautiful exception in this otherwise crowded existence! A completely new flavour of life. One that soothes, grounds and gently reminds me that I can always return.
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