They are the only ones there to help. I am the only one who can help them. Nine determined explorers with sweaty faces and tired lungs like mine. Nine who belong here and are here. Nine guys taking a break from reality. From sleeping outside, the stars are what we read at night, shooting starts more appreciated than ever.

      Their presence is my strength. They are the ones pushing me to keep going. They are determined and they are willing and to reach the top no matter how much energy it takes.This is how they live.
      Let one forget the reason we are here, they’d all fall, each with their arms around the other. Push, Push, Push they say every ten minutes. They power.
      When I am too weak and too tired to keep push pushing, when I am a tiny thing against so many trees, then it is I look by my side. When there is nothing left to look at on the mountain. Nine who grew despite objection. Nine who strive and do not forget to strive. Nine whose only reason is to see and see.