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Traveling has always been to me like fresh air to human beings. Ironically enough I don't get to travel much just like humans don't get nearly enough fresh air. But after a lot of saving up, I decided to go on a trek on my own. And so I set out, into the unknown. Not really into the unknown, I hired a trekking group to take me. As much as I was adventurous - "I DID NOT WANT TO DIE." And so the day finally came. I was worried that I would fall behind, that I would be to slow, that I'd get lost. Funnily enough, as I reached the starting point of the trek all I could say was - "WOW". Nature spread its wing out into the unknown, green on all sides the subtle path that led us into the mountains was the only thing that was discernable as man-made. As soon as we began I could tell the difference in the air, it was cleaner. All around us nature stood in all its beauty. The weather just right and the people around me, really good company. People traded stories about how they had been lost in the Zanskar valley or how they had met someone kind while backpacking across Malaysia. These stories just proved my point, that travel brought us closer to our true selves as human beings, we built our stories from the ground up, meeting new people, doing new things and in the process learning to be a bit more human every day. Now we were halfway through the trek when exhaustion first hit me. I had run out of water and my legs started cramping. Just when I was about to start thinking of returning with one of the volunteers, a fellow trekker reached me first. He sat down beside me, gave me some water and when I told him my legs were cramping immediately started massaging my calf. After sitting down with me for half an hour and making sure that I was all right, he accompanied me on our way up for the rest of the trek. Thus being encouraged I slowly started edging my way towards the summit. There were points when I thought I couldn't make it. In the end, none of that mattered because as soon as I reached the summit I knew, all the sweat and pain had been worth it. Sunlight spreading out into the heavens as fog slowly rolled down the meadows. A cold breeze slowly blowing me sideways as I looked at infinity spread out underneath me. In that one moment, I knew, that my soul would always find peace in the mountaintops.