The Old Man And The Mountain

[chandrahasa]

The flakes of snow was all over his face, concentrated on his facial hair. He stopped for a moment to wipe a layer of ice off his forehead and stared at the fog of ice at the distance. His face was the only part of his body exposed to the numbing cold... he had once told a porter "Pain is important my boy... Its the most true feeling of being

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[inspirethoughts]

Very inspiring! is it your own or a Zen-story?