there is something about mountains. something always fascinating. maybe it’s the elusiveness or the heights that gives you a feeling that you can never reach to the top.

mountains always challenge me. it also imbibes in me a very earthy sense of humbleness – that “i am too small” kinda feeling. sometimes, we mortals, tend to think so much about ourselves and our lives… we feel that nothing is bigger than us. nothing is beyond us. that’s when we should go to a mountain and bury ourselves in its never ending stretches.

as i write this, from the top of a mountain… i think of all the mountains that i’m carrying within me. big. small. purpose driven. senseless. mad. noisy.

one day all things should stand still. even me. just like the mountains.


~ by rb on November 2, 2013.

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