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31/03/2025

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𝐇𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐝 ⛰⛺️

I used to think that answers to life’s biggest questions were found in books—the kind that promise success, happiness, and a fulfilling life if you just follow a set of principles. I’ve read them all, highlighted passages, and tried to apply their lessons. But nothing ever truly stuck.

Then, I started hiking.

The mountains didn’t have chapters or step-by-step guides, but they taught me everything I needed to know. They taught me patience when I had to take slow, steady steps uphill, reminding me that life isn’t a race. They taught me resilience when my legs burned and my body begged me to stop, but I kept going because I knew the view at the top would be worth it.

I learned that in life, just like on the trails, you don’t always need to know the whole path before you start—you just need to take the next step. And when things get too hard, it’s okay to pause, catch your breath, and start again.

Hiking also showed me the beauty of simplicity. Out there, stripped of distractions, I realized how little I actually need to be happy—a warm meal, good company, and a sky full of stars. No book ever explained happiness as clearly as a quiet moment on a mountain peak did.

And perhaps the most important lesson: you don’t conquer the mountains. They allow you to walk them, to learn from them, to be humbled by them. Just like life, you can’t force your way through. You move with it, respect its pace, and find joy in the journey.

So while self-help books might offer good advice, the mountains gave me something better—experience. And no words on a page can ever replace that.

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26/03/2025

𝗜 𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗜 𝗗𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗠𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝗔𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻

I hope I never meet a snake like you on the trails again.

At first, you seemed like the kind of person the mountains would be proud of—strong, steady, and kind. You guided me through my first hike, teaching me how to breathe through the steep climbs, how to trust my footing, how to respect the trails. I was new, hesitant, and you made me feel safe. You made me feel like I belonged.

And so I kept hiking. Because of the mountains, yes. But also because of you.

You invited me to more hikes, always waiting for me at the trailhead, always looking back to check if I was still behind you. You made sure I never felt left out, never felt too slow or too weak. You made me laugh when I was exhausted and reassured me when I doubted myself.

Somewhere between the muddy trails and the golden sunrises, I fell for you.

And then one day, I got a message from her.

Your partner. The woman you never mentioned while you were teaching me how to set up a tent, while you were telling me stories under the stars, while you were looking at me like I was someone special.

She was calm. She wasn’t accusing me of anything—just trying to understand. And in that moment, my entire world shifted. Every kind gesture, every lingering glance, every moment I thought meant something was suddenly a lie.

I felt stupid. Stupid for trusting you, for believing that the trails had led me to someone genuine. Stupid for thinking I had found something real in the mountains when all I had found was another man who knew how to play with emotions.

You ruined the place I loved the most. The trails used to be my escape, my safe place. But now, they carry the weight of you.

But I will keep hiking. I will keep chasing the sunrises, keep climbing the peaks, keep finding joy in every step. The mountains deserve my love. You never did.

I just hope I don’t meet you on the trails again.

-Lily

26/03/2025

Celebrating my 1st year on Facebook. Thank you for your continuing support. I could never have made it without you. 🙏🤗🎉

10/03/2025