And we both said: going up it is such an effort that you ask yourself “why am I doing it?”, but when you’re on top and you look in front of you… well it is something you can not explain.

I think this is the same: a very hard path to reach a dimension, a view and a self consciousness. Everyone chooses his/her own way as everyone has his/her own story.

And, most important, once you’ve climbed one mountain, you’re looking forward to climb the next in order to reach the next dimension, to grow up again..I think we all are in this planet to experience this.

And, because of this, I believe there is nothing in this world that is totally bad or totally good: a wise person (like it seems to me you are) is able to transform difficult or bad experiences something special …and I think this is the secret to live a real life.

I have enjoyed our brief acquaintance and (perhaps) flatter myself to think that I understand a great deal about what you are speaking — the business about “poverty” resonates personally.

Tennyson’s Ulysses put it: Come, my friends,
’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Rory