It’s my birthday tomorrow. I don’t know when I stopped being able to keep track (probably too soon in my life some would say), but the kids… Read more “Birthdays and Death”
There’s this very peculiar something about arriving in an unknown place and feeling welcomed as if one was returning to one’s own home. And these warm welcomes… Read more “Arrival, Home | Photo”
I’m in a state of inertia, paralyzed by fear. That’s what I realized yesterday, after filling out about a hundred different forms, applying for a program that… Read more “The Memory That Brings Me Peace | Eastern Sierras”
When I was younger, I’d straight down refuse to take a rest, especially when traveling. I’d always think that winding down was a waste of time, especially… Read more “A Lazy Day Along Highway 120”
When I talk to my friends, family, or mentors, they all can tell that I’ve had it with the United States. Heck, I know I’ve had it… Read more “Why Am I Still Staying in the USA?”
Sadness does strange things to you. It makes you forget your goals, your wishes, your desires. It makes you want to go back to the place you… Read more “Sadness And Fear Do Strange Things to Us”
When I arrived to East Glacier, there was this immediate feeling of home-ness. It took me a little by surprise, because as much as I’ve been wanting… Read more “Why East Glacier Felt Like Home”
I’ve been told to get my head out from the clouds so very many times that I probably wouldn’t be able to count it. I’ve been told it by my parents, grandparents, teachers, and even people I once considered friends. But the mountains taught me to keep my head in the clouds, to keep dreaming and reaching higher than anything else.
What happens in the mountains stays… with you for the rest of your life.
There are so very many things the mountains have taught and continue to teach me.
To stand tall and strong through every storm.
To let only the sun, wind, rain and snow paint wrinkles of age on my face.
To be wild and free, with my head in the clouds, while being the rock for those who might need one.
There is so very much more, and even more of that which cannot be put into words. And for that, I am and will be forever grateful to those most beautiful places in the world.
I know what I can do. I can just give up, go back to Czech and pretend this never happened. I can just give up. It would… Read more “I Could Just Give Up.”
A little bit unusual post for this blog, I must admit that. I wrote it a couple weeks ago and didn’t know if I was strong enough… Read more “How to Keep it Together?”