If people want to climb a high mountain, they start from somewhere and take first the way to base camp. There you will spend a night or a few days, perhaps in order to acclimatize themselves to the altitude, send your luggage and plan to exchange route itself with others who are planning the same or a different Tour. And then one day the tour starts to dawn on the summit - in the hope to have made it and arrived to be on a breathtaking view with the feeling. Climbers climb then again to the base camp, so the analogy ends here.
My Forum is a kind of base camp. People come from somewhere and therefore look around. Sort exchange their thoughts, have climbed out, that the mountain already, with which to prepare for their climb. Man prepares for an arduous journey also considering contingencies, packaged together in a figurative sense, his belongings - and raises more or less covetous eyes gene summit yet almost tangible level.
have this base camp, I set myself now for three years. I have come many to see and some I have some time in this base camp, I changed again and again - even about it, why had not the time for the summit and the fact that here the view it is quite nice - so somewhere in half height.
I remember one that was already years before I arrived at base camp and a Ascent to the summit never took into consideration. Eventually he left the forum and I've lost contact (he should be fine but I've heard). In other permanent campers in this camp I adopted and hot new welcome and congratulate those who break the night on their way to the summit. I get their feedback on the steep and sometimes rocky road, do courage and read from a distance of prospects that are opening up "up there".
I have established myself, somewhere in nowhere. A base camp is really not a place for permanent residence - and now someone has again started his tour gene summit, someone with whom I was always in loose contact again - another one of Basislagerzögerling I - and I feel forsaken me, it gives me a stab in the heart. I wish him all the best, that his path will continue along the more constant and deliberate, as I have seen his stay in between.
My tent is no house, no permanent residence, no matter how often I want to tell myself. It is a base camp - not in the valley and not on the mountain, only when you look down you might think the summit had been reached.
I'll wave to which it dares you and me is sad, lost his heart - to myself With the leaden weights of the doubt on his feet I do not follow you. I'll stay a while here, in the temporary, and hope that someday my Daybreak comes when I can break even.
My Forum is a kind of base camp. People come from somewhere and therefore look around. Sort exchange their thoughts, have climbed out, that the mountain already, with which to prepare for their climb. Man prepares for an arduous journey also considering contingencies, packaged together in a figurative sense, his belongings - and raises more or less covetous eyes gene summit yet almost tangible level.
have this base camp, I set myself now for three years. I have come many to see and some I have some time in this base camp, I changed again and again - even about it, why had not the time for the summit and the fact that here the view it is quite nice - so somewhere in half height.
I remember one that was already years before I arrived at base camp and a Ascent to the summit never took into consideration. Eventually he left the forum and I've lost contact (he should be fine but I've heard). In other permanent campers in this camp I adopted and hot new welcome and congratulate those who break the night on their way to the summit. I get their feedback on the steep and sometimes rocky road, do courage and read from a distance of prospects that are opening up "up there".
I have established myself, somewhere in nowhere. A base camp is really not a place for permanent residence - and now someone has again started his tour gene summit, someone with whom I was always in loose contact again - another one of Basislagerzögerling I - and I feel forsaken me, it gives me a stab in the heart. I wish him all the best, that his path will continue along the more constant and deliberate, as I have seen his stay in between.
My tent is no house, no permanent residence, no matter how often I want to tell myself. It is a base camp - not in the valley and not on the mountain, only when you look down you might think the summit had been reached.
I'll wave to which it dares you and me is sad, lost his heart - to myself With the leaden weights of the doubt on his feet I do not follow you. I'll stay a while here, in the temporary, and hope that someday my Daybreak comes when I can break even.
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