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Once we decide to disappear from the access area

One day we decide to disappear from the access zone, leaving our expensive car in the parking lot and unplugging the latest smartphone, pausing endless affairs and relationships that have become too complex, forgetting in the wardrobe all our countless outfits, the choice of which brought so much torment every morning.

One day we will find ourselves in a remote alpine village where the air is clean and transparent,  where the sun and wind stroke your face, where the only sneakers are in road dust, where simple food and water seem to be the most delicious in the world, where the word “wi-fi” can be considered a curse word, where all your belongings are placed in a small backpack. And in the clear, ringing air, ringing and crackling will be heard for a long time – everything  superfluous, everything unnecessary, everything not ours will fall off from us, everything for mom, for loved ones, for the boss, everything that prevented breathing for many years, everything that is not you, everything that is not for you.

And, in the end, you will only be the real one, alone with the mountains and the wind, with a world where there is nothing superfluous, and which does not tolerate fakes. And it turns out that this is not so scary, not shameful and not painful - to be yourself. That you really know perfectly well what you are, what you want and what really can make you happy.

Do not bring yourself to burnout - go to the mountains more often;)

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Margo Becker
Author Margo Becker
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