Once upon a time, in a distant land, there was a mountain. Huge and strong that had stood there for decades. None of the close habitants knew where did it come from, they only knew that it emerged from nowhere one day. It was said that the Mountain contained loads of secrets and mysteries. Some terrifying and others pleasant. The story said that there was a hidden door to the inside of the mountain, which if opened exposed the beauty of the majestic object. Many had tried to find the entrance and discover the mystery of the Mountain. Greedy for wellness and treasures, lacking patience and persistence, all of the seekers failed.
Samuel Barner, a carpenter’s son, boy in his early twenties. His whole life he’d lived in the village helping his mother making ends meet. Brave and curious of the world, despite his frail posture. His father passed away when he was ten and ever since the boy felt responsible for providing his mother a decent life. When he was a child his father would tell him bedtime stories about the mountain. He’d say:
-Sammy, the Mountain isn’t just a rock. It has soul and it lives its own life. Many has tried to find the door and reveal its majesty but none of them truly understood the Mountain. It’s not just an object, it’s a creature and a beautiful and stunning one.
Sam had always wanted to see the real Mountain, not just what everyone can see – the scary and dangerously overviewing the village rocky wall but the mysterious core that lies beneath the tough facade.
And so the day came when Sam decided to set off on a cruise to the secret land of the Mountain. He packed his backpack, took some food and clothes to change. Kissed his mother goodbye and set off on the journey of his life. Keeping in mind the wise words of his father ‘remember son, patience is the key and rush a deadly poison’ he walked down the path out of the village to the forest – a border between the habitant area and Mountain’s Kingdom.
After a few days of walking through the shady forest he finally reached the meadow lying like a carpet beneath the feet of the majestic rock. ‘I had no idea that this forest is so wide and bushy’ – he said to himself and went on.
When he reached the bottom of the Mountain he sat down, set a fire and decided to rest. He spent five days walking around the Mountain looking for the hidden door – no luck. Losing his hope for finding the entrance he decided to just lie down and admire the dangerous rock. Clearing his mind seemed like a reasonable decision. So he did so and fell asleep in the close hug of the warm sun shining on him. He lied for days, listening to birds and wind, watching the Mountain and trying to read the stories from its rocky, steep slope.
The day was lovely but the closer to the evening the more clouds appeared on the sky. The clean blue canvas above his head turned into a black and stormy one. Pierced with lightning and thunder. Sam hid under a rock that protruded from the side of the slope and waited.
The storm didn’t seem to stop expressing its anger and kept on growing but Sam was patient. He crunched on the ground and leaned his back on the rocky wall behind him. To his surprise the stone was warm and comforting. Sam pushed his body on the wall to keep himself from cold. Suddenly he felt the wall moving back. He jumped up and in front of his eyes there it appeared – the door.
Sam couldn’t believe it. He made it, his patience was appreciated. It looked like the Mountain was inviting him inside. He felt a huge bundle of different emotions inside his stomach – excitement mixed with worry, happiness merged with distrust, relief along with uncertainty. At first, he took a quick glimpse of the inside and then slowly and carefully started making his way through the door. The moment he found himself inside of the Mountain the door closed quietly.
There it was, in front of him – the mystery, the great secret that no one had ever disclosed before. The room looked like a huge library. Huge cabinets with drawers surrounded him. He got goose bumps all over his body. ‘So many stories, so many secrets, it’s all in here... Amazing…’ he thought.
He came closer to one of the drawers and pulled the handle gently but it didn’t open. He tried with a couple more but there was no luck either. The fourth one opened easily. He reached in and pulled out a few small objects – some dried flowers, sunglasses, some pictures of the sunset on the meadow… and a letter. He started reading. ‘It’s not a letter’ he said ‘it’s like a page from the diary.’ That’s when he realized what the inside of the Mountain really was. ‘It’s a huge book, each drawer must contain a different story…put them all together and I’ll know the full story…but whose?’ he wondered.
He started going through different drawers – some of them opened some not – eating stories one after another. Beautiful adventures, some pretty regular others exciting, unique. ‘But why not all of the drawers open?’ he questioned himself. And then he reminded his father’s word’s ‘patience is the key’. His patience opened the door. ‘Perhaps it’s about trust?’ he thought. ‘The Mountain isn’t just a rock, it’s a beautiful creature, so maybe I just need more time to gain the trust…’ he thought and decided that this must be the right track. So he waited…he waited to discover all the stories and get to know the Mountain.
Samuel Barner, a carpenter’s son, boy in his early twenties. His whole life he’d lived in the village helping his mother making ends meet. Brave and curious of the world, despite his frail posture. His father passed away when he was ten and ever since the boy felt responsible for providing his mother a decent life. When he was a child his father would tell him bedtime stories about the mountain. He’d say:
-Sammy, the Mountain isn’t just a rock. It has soul and it lives its own life. Many has tried to find the door and reveal its majesty but none of them truly understood the Mountain. It’s not just an object, it’s a creature and a beautiful and stunning one.
Sam had always wanted to see the real Mountain, not just what everyone can see – the scary and dangerously overviewing the village rocky wall but the mysterious core that lies beneath the tough facade.
And so the day came when Sam decided to set off on a cruise to the secret land of the Mountain. He packed his backpack, took some food and clothes to change. Kissed his mother goodbye and set off on the journey of his life. Keeping in mind the wise words of his father ‘remember son, patience is the key and rush a deadly poison’ he walked down the path out of the village to the forest – a border between the habitant area and Mountain’s Kingdom.
After a few days of walking through the shady forest he finally reached the meadow lying like a carpet beneath the feet of the majestic rock. ‘I had no idea that this forest is so wide and bushy’ – he said to himself and went on.
When he reached the bottom of the Mountain he sat down, set a fire and decided to rest. He spent five days walking around the Mountain looking for the hidden door – no luck. Losing his hope for finding the entrance he decided to just lie down and admire the dangerous rock. Clearing his mind seemed like a reasonable decision. So he did so and fell asleep in the close hug of the warm sun shining on him. He lied for days, listening to birds and wind, watching the Mountain and trying to read the stories from its rocky, steep slope.
The day was lovely but the closer to the evening the more clouds appeared on the sky. The clean blue canvas above his head turned into a black and stormy one. Pierced with lightning and thunder. Sam hid under a rock that protruded from the side of the slope and waited.
The storm didn’t seem to stop expressing its anger and kept on growing but Sam was patient. He crunched on the ground and leaned his back on the rocky wall behind him. To his surprise the stone was warm and comforting. Sam pushed his body on the wall to keep himself from cold. Suddenly he felt the wall moving back. He jumped up and in front of his eyes there it appeared – the door.
Sam couldn’t believe it. He made it, his patience was appreciated. It looked like the Mountain was inviting him inside. He felt a huge bundle of different emotions inside his stomach – excitement mixed with worry, happiness merged with distrust, relief along with uncertainty. At first, he took a quick glimpse of the inside and then slowly and carefully started making his way through the door. The moment he found himself inside of the Mountain the door closed quietly.
There it was, in front of him – the mystery, the great secret that no one had ever disclosed before. The room looked like a huge library. Huge cabinets with drawers surrounded him. He got goose bumps all over his body. ‘So many stories, so many secrets, it’s all in here... Amazing…’ he thought.
He came closer to one of the drawers and pulled the handle gently but it didn’t open. He tried with a couple more but there was no luck either. The fourth one opened easily. He reached in and pulled out a few small objects – some dried flowers, sunglasses, some pictures of the sunset on the meadow… and a letter. He started reading. ‘It’s not a letter’ he said ‘it’s like a page from the diary.’ That’s when he realized what the inside of the Mountain really was. ‘It’s a huge book, each drawer must contain a different story…put them all together and I’ll know the full story…but whose?’ he wondered.
He started going through different drawers – some of them opened some not – eating stories one after another. Beautiful adventures, some pretty regular others exciting, unique. ‘But why not all of the drawers open?’ he questioned himself. And then he reminded his father’s word’s ‘patience is the key’. His patience opened the door. ‘Perhaps it’s about trust?’ he thought. ‘The Mountain isn’t just a rock, it’s a beautiful creature, so maybe I just need more time to gain the trust…’ he thought and decided that this must be the right track. So he waited…he waited to discover all the stories and get to know the Mountain.