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  • In 2006, I was travelling Ireland with an old friend of mine. That day, weather had been quite dim,
    while we were out on a hiking trip through Killarney's wonderful nature. We followed the marked trails,
    constantly going upwards, until we spotted a hill at some distance, from where we would have a
    spectacular 360° view.

    To get to that hill, although not advised due to the slippery conditions, we had to cross a waterfall at
    one point – and it soon turned out, that we won't be able to get back the same way. We didn't give it
    much thought, though, and jumped across. Somewhere, there'd be a way for us to return where our
    car was parked.

    (Right. There was a way – yet not an easy one.)

    I can't remember for how long we walked on, but it was a wild and intense, yet calming experience. A
    spiritual ascendance through nature, towards our self-defined 'peak of adventure' for that day. So
    finally, we reached that spot. And the view was simply breathtaking. It seemed like the whole world
    literally was unfolding from that very hill we were standing upon. Freedom. Vastness. Adventure. You
    name it.

    Somehow eternal.

    So, why do you see another picture instead, now? Because this one is truely symbolical for the
    essence of our adventure ...

    After we'd tested some faint hopes of tricking our way back a least somewhere near to where we had
    come from, we faced the fact. The cars resembled tiny ants moving on a thin grey line – the highway
    all the way back to the parking lot, our destination.

    Let me compress the guts of the following hours for you a bit: no cell-phone signal, no snacks nor
    drinking-water left, swamp-like water high to the waist, thornes and stones, a bleak grey sky,
    increasing exhaustion, a seemingly hardly decreasing distance towards that highway, worrying,
    joking, moaning, some more jokes about indiana jones and tomb raider, eventually silently walking,
    stumbling onwards.

    Finally, we reached the small highway. However, our dirty and rugged appearance immediately
    sabotaged any possibility of hitchhiking some three or four miles back to our car. So we walked on.


    Life tends to teach the most beautiful and valuable lessons, when we are least expecting it to. And
    you know what? Actually, that specific lesson had been quite a simple one, when your heart is open:
    once in a while, you just ought to let go and follow the path right under your feet.
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