First, I decided to interview a small number of people who feel the same emotions towards the mountains as I do, and based on their answers and my impressions, write a detailed report on why people go to the mountains and what attracts them there. But that was the wrong way. I just became convinced of the truth of the saying "how many people, so many opinions." Someone was attracted by the mountains with freedom, solitude, someone was interested in places of power, passion, overcoming oneself, someone went to the mountains out of boredom (yes, there are some), and someone was “just beautiful”. It turned out the usual "porridge" of people's opinions. Then the decision came by itself, I will not write why people go to the mountains, what pulls them, why they love extreme sports, I will just write why I love mountains.
I am standing at the top of the mountain. The wind blows in your face. Sometimes his impulses are very strong and his hair flutters. But no one, for a second, regrets that he got up at three in the morning in order to come and meet the dawn somewhere on the edge of the universe. A little chilly and we wrap ourselves in sweaters, scarves, everything that is at hand. The sky is clear, but it's dark enough around. As if dusk and already evening. And for just a second, this world freezes in anticipation. The birds fell silent, even the wind calmed down, and you just hear this silence with your sixth sense. Second. And as if out of nowhere a fiery red disk appears. First the edge, then the sun slowly creeps out from behind the mountain. Each of us has opened a new page in our life. You forget, you forget about everything in the world. All your problems become so insignificant, you feel so one with nature and the Universe. You feel great inspiration. It becomes easy to breathe. Very easy. A sense of self-confidence begins to build very slowly in the chest. You can everything. This feeling inside you grows, gets stronger, gains strength. You will never be the same again. A part of something eternal will forever remain in you, a part of this Universe, and you yourself are a part of this vast Universe. You are free from prejudices, stereotypes, human opinions. There is a feeling that you are crossing some line a little, you are crossing the border of your capabilities and expanding them. You gain strength. You are free...
I am standing at the top of the mountain. The wind blows in your face. Sometimes his impulses are very strong and his hair flutters. But no one, for a second, regrets that he got up at three in the morning in order to come and meet the dawn somewhere on the edge of the universe. A little chilly and we wrap ourselves in sweaters, scarves, everything that is at hand. The sky is clear, but it's dark enough around. As if dusk and already evening. And for just a second, this world freezes in anticipation. The birds fell silent, even the wind calmed down, and you just hear this silence with your sixth sense. Second. And as if out of nowhere a fiery red disk appears. First the edge, then the sun slowly creeps out from behind the mountain. Each of us has opened a new page in our life. You forget, you forget about everything in the world. All your problems become so insignificant, you feel so one with nature and the Universe. You feel great inspiration. It becomes easy to breathe. Very easy. A sense of self-confidence begins to build very slowly in the chest. You can everything. This feeling inside you grows, gets stronger, gains strength. You will never be the same again. A part of something eternal will forever remain in you, a part of this Universe, and you yourself are a part of this vast Universe. You are free from prejudices, stereotypes, human opinions. There is a feeling that you are crossing some line a little, you are crossing the border of your capabilities and expanding them. You gain strength. You are free...