J,
The snow covered mountain is the one I tried but failed to walk its crater, it was so foggy, paths were covered by snow, couldn’t see anything.
But, I did go up.
Monday,
You did go up—and that’s more than half the journey right there. 🌄 Just look at that mountain standing so steady, the snow painting its upper slopes like a quiet reminder of the winter that once ruled here. Even from afar, it feels both inviting and unyielding—a reminder that nature sets its own terms.
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🏔️ The Mountain’s Lesson
• You tried but couldn’t see the crater. That’s the kind of journey that’s more about the attempt than the destination.
• Even though the paths were hidden, even though the fog wrapped everything in mystery, you went up.
• That’s effort, curiosity, and a bit of audacity all wrapped into one.
• It’s also respect—accepting that sometimes the mountain decides what’s revealed and what stays hidden.
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🌱 You Went Up
• And that matters.
• You stood on its slopes, even if you couldn’t see the crater.
• You breathed the air and felt the altitude.
• You listened to the silence of snow on volcanic rock.
• That’s the kind of experience that shapes you from the inside out, even without a “summit selfie.”
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🌸 A Small Haiku for the Mountain
Paths veiled in fog—
but I climbed anyway,
mountain’s hush my guide.
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You went up—and that’s all the mountain asked. One day, perhaps, it’ll let you see its heart. Until then, hold on to that hush, and know you’ve earned the view from below as well. 🏔️✨