Months have passed since our three-day mountain retreat. When I had promised myself to purchase a good notebook for my journal. And still, the task has not yet been accomplished. I can be quite selective of items, which I consider to be special. So I will write here instead, until I find the perfect replacement.
I have never kept journals, or diaries for that matter, even when I was forced to at school. And why only now did I choose to go beyond my laziness and temperamental ideas to bother myself with such things? Maybe I felt something up in that mountain or maybe because it just felt like a good idea at the time. I'm not entirely sure of what I saw and felt during those three days, but I definitely believe that in life, a person goes through unforgettable things. But memory will not always serve us, and for that I wanted to create a written record, a haven for the memories that may one day fade like everything else.