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Night milestones

A path winds around a mountain. It seems as if a huge dragon has wrapped its huge body around the mountain. The mountain is high, steep, and majestic. The peak is shrouded in snow and mist.

A lone traveler is seen on a path that winds around a mountain. He is near the foot of the mountain. It seems that he is coming down from the mountain. His destination is...

It might be good. It might be bad. Because even he himself doesn't know where his journey will end or when it will end.

He had to climb up the mountain from the other side to the top with great difficulty. He faced many difficulties and dangers along the way. He had to endure rainstorms. Sometimes he fell into deep ravines. It was so steep that he didn't think he would be able to climb back up. But he didn't give up. He managed to climb back up with many bruises and injuries.

Sometimes he was caught in a landslide. He thought his life was over under tons of earth and stones. But somehow he managed to get out from under the piles of stones. His head was red with blood. But he didn't bow down. He didn't give up. He didn't give in. He didn't give in. He fell into the cliffs, came back up, and climbed over a mountain, and kept climbing forward.

He had only one mind. The mind to reach the top of the mountain. The mind to reach the top of the mountain by any means.

He fell into the abyss, climbed back up, fell, and got back up again, but he kept climbing forward without blinking. Even though he was limping, he finally reached the top with the determination to reach the top. He won the battle. He won the battle at a great cost, with many injuries. He won the battle with a spirit of not giving up, a spirit of not giving up, a spirit of not giving up.

He had reached the top of his life's goal. Standing on the top of the mountain, he looked down and saw the beginning of the mountain path that looked like a huge snake coiling around it. Isn't it a small height? I was proud that I was the only one who was born with a thousand mothers. He believed in the "strength" of man. If a man works hard, anything is possible. He believed that nothing is impossible. It was because of this belief and this attitude that he was able to reach the top of the mountain that was considered unreachable. How could a person like him reach the top of the mountain with a broken leg?

They said he could do it. Now he has done the impossible. He should be proud. He should be happy. He should be clapping his hands.

But his joys are short-lived. He must move on. He is a traveler, isn't he?

There is no more mountain to climb. He has reached the summit of all mountains. But he is not resting. He is a traveler. He must walk as long as there is a path. The only path before him is the path to go down. For a traveler, there is no difference between going down and going up. Going up is also a journey, and going down is a journey. A traveler must travel when he finds a path to go up, when he finds a path to go down.

And he was a traveler. A traveler who was hungry for knowledge and wisdom, so he had to follow the path if he found it. Although he was reluctant, he had slowly reached the foot of the mountain.

Looking ahead, she couldn't see the end of the road. The road was hidden under the bushes. The green forest hid the goal. That's why she couldn't see the end of the road.

While relaxing by a small stream, I looked back with longing and saw a majestic

The mountain is visible in the distance. The peak is not visible. It is hidden in the mist and snow.

Even though he couldn't see it, he had high hopes for his whole life. (He thought it was a goal, but he was wrong.) He wondered if it wasn't a goal.

(I only realized it when I got there) He could see it even with his eyes closed.

Even when he was asleep, he could see his peak in his dreams. To reach that peak, he had to overcome all kinds of dangers and hardships. He had to swim through a sea of ​​blood and sweat. Finally, he had reached the peak. He had achieved his life's goal.

When he reached that point, he was shocked and shaken. He suddenly realized that the “goal” he had been waiting for his whole life, the one he had so eagerly desired, was not a goal at all.

He is a traveler. He must continue his journey. To seek knowledge, to seek wisdom, to make room for others.

Knowing when to leave is the most important thing in life. If you don't know, your life will be ruined. The one who knows is the one who is wise and clever.

He looked back, leaning on his crutches by the stream. Perhaps it was because tears were welling up in his eyes,

I'm not sure if it was because the fog was hanging over the top of the mountain, but I noticed that I couldn't see the peak.

What I could clearly see in his eyes were the white signposts. Some were broken, some had fallen, and with wide eyes, I counted the white signs.

"Sixty"

Even a whisper came out of his mouth. Even though it was a party, the sixtieth milestone was still clearly visible on the side of the road. Recently

Except for the one he erected on the 4th, all the other 59 markers are old and worn out.

These little monuments are not as majestic as the great white pillars at the foot of Mount Olympus. They are not artistic. They are ordinary stone pillars. They are ordinary stone pillars that he himself made and erected.

He stood alone by the stream, gazing at the sixty little children. Now he was alone.

At first, I was alone. With many friends.

Some of those who had accompanied him at the beginning of the journey fell off a cliff and could not climb back up. Others were swept away by landslides and buried under rocks and earth. Others turned back after shedding a drop of sweat or blood.

Now he is alone. Alone in the world. Alone traveler. Alone in the dark, endless forest.

He is old. He is also frail. On top of that, he has also reached a life of hardship. He is now a miserable old man who is completely dependent on crutches.

Poor old man.

Yes, he is a poor man and an old man. But he does not care about age. He does not give up on his dreams.

A person who can face death without fear, how much more will he fear old age and blindness?