On the path

Once the idea of going to the mountains was the last one I would have considered. Once I preferred to avoid taking the train. Once, a long time ago, I wanted to have a car.

Then I opened the hatch and looked inside: the mountain didn't appeal to me because I didn't understand the importance of the climb. I didn't like the train because I didn't understand the time. I wanted to have a car because it felt like freedom.

All in all, the path goes on. You teach me: baby steps.