The Majestic Mountains — My First Love
Since I can remember, I have always admired mountains; in the mountains, I always feel at home

Just recently, I came across Dr. Preeti Singh’s post titled The mountains are calling me. I’m aware that it is an old nature prompt, but since I just recently joined the Reciprocal publication, I couldn’t help myself and decided to write a post on this topic.
Mountains have been part of my life forever. Both my parents are passionate hikers, so maybe the love for mountains was genetically passed onto me and my sister, who is trying to inject this special love into the hearts of her children.
We lived near the mountains and spent every spare moment wandering through the hills. From Spring to Fall, we would be hiking and collecting all the goodies nature shared with us — mushrooms, berries, herbs. And in winter, we took our skis, hiked up the hills and then slid down almost all the way back home. I remember many times when my dad came from work earlier to take us hiking in the mountains.

When, as a teenager, I faced difficult times, when all the world seemed to be against me, my mountains were always there for me to support me and give me strength and courage. There were times when I would go hiking instead of going to school (high school was an absolute nightmare for me; I wrote about it in one of my About Me stories). And I spent endless weekends walking through the mountains with my dog.
When I walked in the mountains, I never got tired. On the contrary, mountains energized and revitalized me. I could hike for hours and come home happy and joyful. However, when my mum sent me shopping in town, after a couple of hours, I came home drained and exhausted. The day was gone for me. This got me into trouble with my mum, who thought I was pretending to be tired to have an excuse to get out of my chores. I wasn’t pretending. The mountains simply have some magic that recharges me, while the city drains me quickly of any energy.

The Tatra mountains were also within our reach, about 100km away. We used to visit them quite regularly as well, hiking in summer and skiing in winter.

After I emigrated, I got to enjoy the Alps and the Dolomites. I remember the first time I drove through the Alps with Andy; at some point, I had tears flowing down my cheeks. I’m not a person who easily gets teary, so Andy was surprised and thought I was in pain or something had happened to me. “No, I’m perfectly fine. I just can’t believe the beauty of these mountains,” — I replied

Mountains have always talked to me. The first lesson they taught me was, “We are powerful like life — understand us, and we will help you understand life; respect us, and we will respect you back and show you the way to success, to fulfilled life”.
I know, not many will understand the lesson, but here is the trick. Life is just a journey that starts when we are born and ends at the moment we die. The journey will be filled with ups and downs; we will face adversity and challenges; we will get exhausted, frustrated, hurt and close to losing hope. However, when we persevere and don’t give up when we learn to see the beauty in adversities, we will succeed, meaning we will have a beautiful and fulfilling life.

And it is the same with hiking. The summit can be very steep; the road can be very rough and difficult to pass; there will be cliffs and abysses, the weather can change in a moment, and we are exposed to all the forces of Nature. However, if we respect the Mountains, if we respect Mother Nature, we get rewarded as soon as we reach the summit. Usually, we will be greeted with wonderful views and have the feeling of accomplishment, of success.

One could say, “I can get a cable car, or a helicopter, to get to the summit and see the view. I don’t need to put all the effort and hike”. Sure, we can, but even if we get to see the view, it will be a very different experience, in some respect, a very different vista. The feeling of success and fulfilment won’t be there. Nonetheless, only climbers and hikers will understand this.

While driving through Canada, I was stunned by the unique beauty of these mountains. I stopped and looked at the sun setting down, thinking to myself, “I have hiked through so many various mountains; I saw various mountain ranges in Poland; I visited the Alps and the Dolomites; I rode the motorbike through the hills of Australia, and I saw the Glaciers of New Zealand, yet I have never seen something so touching and beautiful, wild and powerful, as the mountains here. One is sure each mountain, or mountain range, has its own unique character and will touch us in a different special way. There are plenty of more mountains in the world waiting for me to be discovered.”


I chose Australia as my home country, which is relatively flat and doesn’t have the majestic mountains like Canada or New Zealand, or plenty of other countries which I still need to discover. However, even here, I found a place where I'm surrounded by hills, and wherever I go, as soon as I live home I'm driving over the hills and through the mountain ranges. My farm is located about 950m over the sea level.
And here are a few posts I enjoyed reading earlier today:
Forgiveness has been always very important for me. Though I have faced many adversities in life, I have never hold onto grudges. Therefore I enjoyed Séverin Makengo’s post
There is another story of Séverin Makengo where he reminds us to chose happiness over envy and jealousy
Walter Pop Matthews IV takes us on a thought-provoking walk
And Aza Y. Alam reminds us that sometimes there is blessing in a disaster
