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ENLIGHTENMENT

Now, imagine, if you will, the journey of life as a climb up a great mountain. At the base, the air is thick, comfortable—you’re surrounded by familiar ground, solid and safe. But as you climb, as you ascend this mountain, the air begins to thin. You see, the higher you go, the harder it becomes to breathe. And isn't that fascinating? The higher we reach in life, in understanding, in spirit, the more effort it requires just to exist at that altitude. 

But here’s the thing: if someone were to pick you up and drop you at the summit, without that climb, without that gradual adaptation, your body would rebel. You’d gasp for air, dizzy with the sudden change, unable to handle the new altitude. And isn’t this a perfect metaphor for the sudden leaps we sometimes try to make in our lives? We yearn for enlightenment, for success, for instant understanding, but we forget that our minds and our bodies—they need time to adjust.

You see, in climbing the mountain of life, it’s not merely about reaching the top. It’s about how your body and mind transform with every step. With each higher level, there is a shedding—of fear, of ego, of old ways of thinking. It’s the climb itself, the challenge of the thin air, that forces us to adapt, to change, to grow.

So, do not seek to be placed at the summit without the climb. Embrace the journey, with all its struggles and thin air, for it is in this journey that your true transformation lies. 

Every gasp for breath, every moment of doubt, every step forward—they are all part of this beautiful process of becoming. And in this, there is profound wisdom. For the mountain of life is not a place to conquer; it is a place to be explored, to be experienced, to be lived fully, one breathless step at a time.



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