It is always said to look forward and not be influenced too much by the past and what we have already experienced, the idea is to turn the page and avoid cling to the past. All true, but like everything there is always the exception that proves the rule!

There are times when you turn it back is essential to understand how far we have traveled.

I recently make a small excursion in the mountains, we were on the way back and we were doing the most difficult piece of the path a bit of a discrete very short gravel paths. My companion in adventure was beginning to have a heavy breath and you could tell by his eyes an initial repentance had decided to take the road more difficult for our return. The hour was now late, and our fatigue was beginning to be felt.

That's taken from the discomfort starts to look up to the top without showing not a hint of concern about how far we had yet to make. In fact, our goal was nearly reached as we had to cut down on the left from there shortly. I felt under my breath and I was saved by focusing on the breath, I began to speak even though I was far less experienced than she when it comes to mountain hikes.

"We are at 2 / 3 of the worst part of the climb" I tried to convince her, and more so the more she denied and said he climbed with his eyes far beyond the place where we had to go. Then I set taken by intuition and I said "turn around, look how far we have already done, just missing our point of arrival is now close." In a few minutes we saw from afar the report of the road 712 also known as the "financiers".

My companion was relaxed, we had passed the worst, from then on the road was easy and wonderfully lit by a soft and gentle sunshine. The color of grass out of the flowers seemed to be an impressionist painting.

When you reach the plateau we found numerous horses with their foals with the crazy hair and sheep stared at us curiously. Then the cry of the marmot sentry we could catch a glimpse of a rock not far from us.

A waking dream we were not tired despite being 18 now the time was wonderful and caress the mountains and our souls. I thought that giving up the show for fear of not being able to finish the first ascent, or for fear of being too tired or too late would be a pity, would enjoy half. It 'just not underestimate the dangers but it is also right not to underestimate themselves. The balance is right there.

Then the mountain are many who do get carried away as affected by a fever, and to test new limits always override sometimes at the peril of their lives. The mountain rescue know them well in the mountains every year many people lose their lives in search of thrills but perhaps also driven by the search for a contact with oneself and with God and not only with nature.

Just a few hours before we saw the helicopter recovery of three climbers. A very touching speech for the pilot's skill and the way in which you have worked soccorittori risking their own. I had tears in my eyes, I thought "this is that the balls!"

But did you know that part of the body of financiers, so little popular for obvious reasons, are actively involved in the rescue, but also in the body of knowledge of all police and risking their skin. A high price for them!

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I have a dear friend. In fact they never made long talks together, we always met ... from a distance.

Instill I know little, I do not know exactly where he lives, I do not know how it made her home, do not even know what salary gains.

I know so little about him that nobody would believe me if I told you that he is a friend.

Yet I feel so.

There are people who know for a long time, we know each other so much, but what we see is only the surface layer.

She does not hear and they hear us even if he is in a sleeveless greetings when they meet us, but we are seeing, not really.

Meet people and establish human relationships sometimes respectable, but they are and will remain for always unknown.

This is because we have not listened to their hearts, and they did not heed our own. We laughed and joked with them. Sometimes a fight. But the image that we like is imprinted on a photographic plate in two dimensions.

Maybe we do not like to admit it for fear of being alone. But that solitude, although we can not accept it, is all.

Rarely can have an extraordinary meeting, but we could not remain indifferent because they most often do not know how to listen.

We do not know they want to look in depth remain on the surface is easier, less painful.

The farewells cost nothing, the meetings do not fear the inevitable, subsequent separations.

Each in its own shell is closed, anchored to the idea that has drawn the other. And all is consumed there, on the surface.

Joys and sorrows are just images of fantasy. Just because a small event, a new emotion, to move all the attention elsewhere and those who believed a friend quickly disappears in the shadows, coming inexorably from our thoughts, our field of perception.

But with true friends, those "heart", the connection does not stop ever.

They remain close to us, even if you do not say it, or not openly manifest.

They know, as we know, and that is enough.

Do you believe that there are friends of this nature?

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Step by step, day after day, the scent of rain forest, the fragrance of the night, the terrain climbs and I climb, laboriously, but go up.

I wonder where I go, where the fate, silently, he is leading.

I feel like a blind man who continues his journey in the middle of the night and does not know why.

Move the stick in a vacuum and is convinced that only touches the stick.

The rest simply do not know it's there.

Meeting so many people on the move, like me ...

Everyone is locked in its "bubble of subjectivity", each convinced of his point of view of its interpretation, sometimes only temporary (and thus passes from one belief to another), others permanent.

Like soap bubbles collide, bounce, sometimes break their hearts but never touch.

There are only varying degrees of conviction.

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