True, we met.
But know that the mountain you are climbing, I am descending from it. I know the heights of it, the steepness of it. So when I tell you about it, you laugh. I smile a modest smile. For someone also did the same when I was you, when I was climbing and when I was learning, yet I boasted of being nothing. Now when we part and move in our ways, and you will face those arduous slopes where a single step up becomes tough to take, then you will remember my smile and that will move you.
If ever I had forced you to accept, though truth, you would have refused then and forgotten me the moment we parted.
But the truth came to you and you remembered me, remembered that someone has stepped there before and moved to a height where your heart spaces fear and freedom, skies and the earth, hate and love all in one place. That kept you going.
Soon the time will come that you will have to descend from the heights to smile at everyone who comes in your way back, to tell them about the path they are heading, though they won’t accept it, just like you didn’t.
But they too will remember you at those difficult times which no one can skip, for they are the attributes of the mountain, not the path.
No matter which way you climb it, you have to face the slope to reach a height.
