In my formative years, I was intimately acquainted with the allure of mountains and the wonders of nature. The outdoors beckoned to me, and I relished every opportunity to escape the confines of home and explore the great outdoors with friends. A particular mountain stood sentinel behind our house, and it became my sanctuary. Lost amid the craggy rocks, I found solace in the intricate patterns etched into the stones and marveled at the stratified layers that whispered tales of geological time. In those moments, I couldn't help but ponder the age-old question of just how ancient those rocks truly were. I admired their strength and resilience against time. I imagined these rocks must have seen generations come by and gone. I sort of was jealous of them.  

As life carried me into adulthood, the bustling demands of life, including the turmoil of wars in Afghanistan, obscured the natural world's beauty. My youthful explorations gave way to a different journey—one fraught with challenges and responsibilities. Yet, as I find myself in my 40s, a profound yearning has rekindled within me. The dormant love for nature and adventure has sprung back to life, reminding me of the uncharted territories that await my exploration. The mountains, the forests, the vast expanses of the world—once again, they beckon with promises of new experiences and boundless horizons.

As I stand on the precipice of this reawakening, I am filled with anticipation for the journeys that lie ahead. Life's trials and tribulations have enriched me with wisdom, but it's the call of the wild that stirs my spirit. With newfound determination, I eagerly embrace the adventure that awaits, ready to rediscover the wonders of the world and to seize every opportunity to explore the mysteries of life.

Stay tuned for pages to be added as I promise I would take you with me wherever I go ...

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