Losing my Spirit

Outside the window, all I can see is the towering plateau of the Cordillera boasting its lush green conifers.

Two years ago, I have climbed its height and conqueered all my fears - of heights, of being lost, of darkness. Two years ago, my spirits are soaring. They do not wish to be pacified. They do not want to be controlled.

Now, two years had past, I come to ask my self, where has that spirit gone? Where did that enormous passion go? Has it been lost on the intertwined trails of the mountains? Has it lost direction?

My spirit has been gone. I wish to say that I have been tamed but I know that I am not. I am still as wild as I were before - only my spirit was gone.

As I look at the towering plateau outside my window, I ask myself: was it really I who conquered that height? Or was it a dream that I imagined at the back of my mind?

The conifers are swaying inviting me to once again inhale their intoxicating freshness. I sigh my reply: I'll embrace you all and conquer your heights once I gained my spirit back. The only question left to answer is When?