Pathways

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Pathways, roads, ways, paths — paved, unpaved, solings, bricks...

Tracks, routes, walkways, streets, lanes, thoroughfares, byways, avenues, passages,

Travelled, crossed, walked on many.

Some paths were too difficult to walk on, especially when wearing sandals. One didn't realize one was climbing uphill...


Towards Noori Top, Kashmir. Pakistan

No, not this one. This was kind of paved, paved by feet of two legged and four legged creatures.

I recall that path, not a typical road, but a slender trail leading to a palace-like house atop a mountain in Skardu. Unaware that the day's journey would involve hiking, I set out in delicate, open-heeled sandals. Those beautiful yet fragile shoes nearly led to my downfall numerous times; a slight misstep could have sent me tumbling into the abyss below. I believe I've recounted this episode in my Skardu diaries before. Anyway, I've digressed... But still remember those deadly looks from my better half. Lol. We were a group of 10-12 people including children. And we were the last in the trail... Experiences, experiences...


Bursa. Park at Mt. Uludağ. Turkey

Do these paths offer experiences, teaching us something new — some difficult, some easy? Do they make your life richer, more colorful, more fertile? When you reach the later stages of your life, when black ink is replaced by silver in your hair, perhaps then you can say you've traversed many paths...

You know, I love taking pictures of paths. There's a certain allure in them. One wonders how many people have passed through here. Even after we're gone, these paths will remain, won't they? And as long as the world exists, God's creations will continue to traverse them.

Metaphorically speaking, the paths you've traversed to reach this point are a distillation of your journey. Each path you walk, every step you take, leads you toward a destination — from point A to point B. Every route offers new experiences. The people, the travelers you encounter on these paths, are all part of this continuum. Some hold your hand, helping you cross bridges, while others may scatter thorns in your way, placing obstacles before you. Yet, such individuals are essential too; without them, one might never truly appreciate the value of good companions.


Bursa. Park at Mt. Uludağ. Turkey

I believe there are no wrong paths; some are simply more challenging to traverse. Just like the one I mentioned in my Skardu travelogue. To be honest, I don't perceive difficult paths as destructive; despite the challenges, I remain where I am. While they may bring annoyance and frustration, these paths are not inherently at fault; it's just that we're not accustomed to them. Walking on stones, climbing mountains, and crossing large and small rocks along riverbanks have always seemed difficult to me. I've attempted to cross them (one can even judge from a distance, my lousy attempts), but I haven't practiced enough to master them. Being from the plains, we rarely encounter such paths, except occasionally during excursions. For that, there's no need to learn a new skill. However, one does gain experience, realizing that the path isn't inherently difficult; we're just not used to it. Have you ever observed mountain girls and children navigating these treacherous paths? They ascend and descend with the speed of a bullet. Even their elders and very old people cross these routes with agility and confidence.


Bursa. Park at Mt. Uludağ. Turkey

Have you ever pondered this?

In truth, a person's entire life is like a journey along a path. Regardless, we must traverse it. There's much more to say, but I'll pause here. I hope that every path you take, whether easy or difficult, offers you experience, a new perspective, adds beauty to your life, and leaves you with stories to cherish.

Instead of getting lost in my words, take a moment to appreciate the images of paths below. I'm sure you'll find similar paths in your own surroundings. Stay happy, spread joy, and be a pleasant, helpful fellow traveler. 😊


A village near Okara, Pakistan


Naltar, Pakistan


Gilgit, Pakistan


Muree, Pakistan


Towards Naltar from Karimabad


Naltar, Pakistan

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I also like to take pictures of paths. They symbolize all of life in my opinion. And the infinity as well. Nothing is visible at the end of this road, it is lost somewhere in the unknown, full of unknowns and dangers, but it must be traveled, we are obliged, as we are obliged to go through our lives, no matter what, despite all the difficulties and lurking dangers. At the same time it is eternal, as you say, as long as the world exists, people will cross and walk through it. And how much weight these steps carry, how much sorrow and love, happiness and worries, are not just steps, but whole destinies borne on these feet, these shoulders, a whole universe can be revealed only by imagining the people who walked along one path… In a masochistic way, I even support going on pilgrimages, because there is something purifying in the difficulty of walking them, they are even harder than life itself and are done perhaps precisely because of this, so that you can go through life with greater ease after returning from such a journey. Or simply, to get accustomed to the difficulty, because really it is only the lack of experience that makes us think that the road is difficult...
I really enjoyed this very wise post of yours, it provokes so many thoughts and revelations. And I don't know if while I was trying to say what I am thinking I wasn't just paraphrasing your text, 😅 I actually found myself thinking the same things as you! 🤭

I was wondering what I had written, does it even make sense?

Thank you for sharing your remarks and sentiments. I can never express myself as eloquently as you do. Yes, these passages, roads, and pathways hold a certain allure, and as you said, nothing is visible at the end of this road, it disappears into the unknown.

You haven't merely paraphrased, you have infused your own color and voice, which has given me so much to relate to and reflect upon. Thank you for that. ❣️

what I had written

I think it doesn't matter what you wrote, what matters is who reads it (as far as it touches someone's essence, thoughts and perceptions).
But regarding how you wrote it:

I can never express myself as eloquently as you do.

I think you are very wrong here, the poetic and at the same time philosophical way of your writings are on a much higher level. You have posts that I haven't commented on, but I've been literally, Oh my God, that's so brilliant, insightful, I couldn't have thought of that meaning and in that direction, that way... So... 😊

All these paths look so dreamy as if portals to magical places.

how many people have passed through here.

It's not just paths. I think the same about destinations. I feel like a nobody when I travel—a fleeting presense in something great.

Dreamy and magical. Now, if you say it like this...

Yes, you are right. These places, portals, or whatever the destinations may be—they make you feel so insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Especially when you're in the mountains. You can't describe this feeling in words... You truly become a part of something great, something vast, something divine.

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