“His heart is weak
to conquer the heights, but strong enough to care for the mountains”.
A very lazy Saturday.
Gloomy. The sun selfishly hid itself. The heavy clouds dropped a gentle
drizzle. And I was so disappointed. I should be somewhere soaked in a 13-tiered
waterfalls. I was so regretful of the weather that never cooperated with my
getaway plan.
Then here’s my brother,
wondering why I didn’t resort to sleeping the whole day and get rested from a
weeklong stressful job. I told him I only get rested when I’m moving from place
to place. Anticipating a flashflood, he suggested me to rather climb Mt. Musuan
and he would go with me. I was really puzzled, never expecting him to think of
climbing because he has a weak heart, physically… Weaker than my weak, enlarged
heart. His diminished vision also impairs his balance.