walk, and then walk again

Once I was in a beach, and with a friend of mine we wanted to get to a not so near hill that we were sightseeing.

It was distant, I don’t know how many kilometers, but to me it was far.
Like more than an hour.

It was an hot summer day, the beach was full of people and children screaming and we were just walking towards that green hill with trees.

We talked a lot about everything, and I remember myself looking at the hill after a while.
“Man, it’s far, it will take a lot to get there”.
But we didn’t stop.
We continued to walk and talk.

I didn’t have a watch with me, so time didn’t really count.
It was morning and I knew we would have enough time to go back whenever we wanted.

Again, the thought crossed my mind.
“How much till we get there?”
When I lift my eyes I realized we were halfway.
The distance from our starting point was beginning to grow and feel bigger than ever and the space between us and the hill was something “possible”.
If we did it half, we can do it all.

We continued to walk and talk.
It was almost 12 o clock and the sun was high and hot.
We were dripping, but we kept our walk steady and slow, without changing speed.

I remember thinking again about how far it was, but in some moments that thought changed and it became “how near it is now?”
And every step was a step towards that hill, and every moment I realized that we were really near.
That if I run, I could make it in some minutes.

It was within my grasp.

We eventually reached that hill, even though it seemed so far, so difficult, so time consuming.
We didn’t think about time, about effort, about how to get back.

We just walked and talked.
When we get ther we went up to the hill and saw the beatiful sea, and then we covered ourselves from the sun under a big pine tree to get some fresh air.

Then we walked back, it was early in the afternoon.

Sometimes you just have to walk and talk, ignoring all the unnecessary fear from your mind.

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