On the dark highway, our car was the only light. We are driving west, towards the big mountains, cold rivers, and deciduous forests, where, with every deep breath, your body feels alive. The stars in the sky I can see from the car are just good signs for the upcoming day.

After a day spent climbing, we all surrounded the fire. The fire was beautiful, filling the darkness with colour. Not only with colour but also with the sound of breaking branches. And not only with the sound but also with warmth and opportunity for storytelling.

In climbing, we talk about 'dancing' with the rock—adjusting our body position, shifting hands and feet, and using our eyes strategically to spot the next move. This concept of 'dancing' has taught me to approach life with flexibility. It means that I embrace different challenges and adventures on my journey of exploration.

For some people, the winter is a wonderful piece of natural art where the birds are hiding but still singing quietly, where the white snow covers the open fields and makes everything looks the same even its not.

Everything, literally everything, rapidly changes while you go step by step deeper in the woods or higher on the mountain. The energy starts to come back, and the mind becomes fresh, ready to speak on every subject, ready to think for the future.

When I started mountaineering, I did not even know about how I needed to look and what I needed to have. All things I had was the will to start and a need to explore. I was not sure what I would explore, but the way appeared as you started walking it.

It’s a proactive state of existence. It's an intense feeling of need for creation.  I see it that way.

It is a process of searching for a unique and not-ordinary experience with the final goal of creating a story that will give people different worldviews.