Addiction

Cannot describe the excitement every time I put on my shoes to hit the road, to hit the mountain, to go trekking to feel the nature on my lap, on my neck, on my face, just by breathing in.

It's like a rush of blood, not only to the head, but to every part of my body. It's revitalizing. It's not tiring, as you may think, it gives me energy, it makes me new.

Mountaineering makes you think deeper because you breathe deeper, you exhale stronger, you find yourself swallowing the oxygen you are missing. It takes your mind to different places, unlike drugs it heals your mind. You always come back stronger.

Always look for that temporary disconnection peace. Escape, while you can. Make love to nature, in silence. Connect to it and find your way.

Hiking is a good addiction.

Today, I cannot imagine a life without trembling dusks, heavenly dawns and mountain peaks.
I have to say: I'm an addict.

Because whether it is a normal casual day at home or a boring studying day, I'm just thinking in getting ready to go hiking, to hit the mountain, to feel the cold wind in my face, the sweat in my body, my heart beating while I go up faster and faster while my rhythm starts accelerating, the changing landscape perspective while I go up and up, the unique sky you are only going to see once, cause' everytime is different, each time is special. The intrigue to wonder how the sky is going to look like from up above. The cool funny experience of watching the city lights shrink while you go up, to watch them sleep and then, get up.

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And the anytime satisfying fulfillment to reach the peak, the mountain peak. To be at the same level or higher as the clouds.

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Nature is the only good addiction.

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