Only one bag…
One rainy day, I was climbing the trekking route to Mt. Everest base camp. This particular day was especially hard; it was raining most of the day, and the trail was really steep and slippery.
I also had no idea when we would get to the next stop and what to expect. Everything important to me at that moment was inside my backpack protected by a plastic cover. And I realized – only a few more things in life were important to me in addition to these few belongings.
Perhaps I needed a little bigger backpack. But the people surrounding me, supporting me, helping each other get to the top, were what’s really important. If I missed something from my backpack, somebody would always have it to cover me. On that track, I got a valuable lesson in relationships and importance.