Fruitcake

I need my real friends.

Heaven is a truck. It got stuck on a breeze

I went up the mountain. I went up on November 30, 2013. It was my real birthday. I always wondered what it feels like living inside a tent. No bathroom. No TV. No plug to charge all your phone into. Nothing to cook with but makeshift equipment brought by our guide. 

We kept walking and walking. I never got used to walking, especially when there's 15 litres on my back. We kept slipping and falling. I ended up being less afraid and tired to slip and fall on muddy tracks. We walked in the sun, in the rain. We walked under the bed of stars. I have never seen so many stars that day. I couldn't remember the last time I looked up and looked for the stars. I couldn't even remember the last time I wished upon them. Maybe it was the time I asked for forever and it didn't turn out that way.

I am happy to have done this. Climbing the mountain, seeing the sea of clouds and vastness of the earth. Plus the fact that I did this for myself. Climb up a tree on my birthday turned out to be climb a mountain on my fake birthday. I guess things do fall in time and what happens is something better than what we had imagined.