When my legs started walking again, the first thing I did was go to the mountains. I needed the fresh mountain air more than ever before. And when I found myself high up in the mountains, all alone, it was as if I had been born again. I took a deep breath and let life flow through me, while I was somewhere outside of everything.
I wondered what life was for the hundredth time. And the answer seemed so beautiful that I decided to leave that beauty in the hands of mystery.
My legs felt as if they were brand new. How easy it felt to me. And so I wanted to climb even higher.
I climbed higher and higher until I reached the very top of the mountain.
I had a view. A beautiful view. I could see everything. I felt like everything.
But the problem was, I didn't know where my happiness was or if it was important to be so happy.
