A Forest Full Of Hope

The other day my boyfriend and I discovered our new favourite place while on an adventure for ghosts. You're probably thinking, why were you looking for ghosts? Well, let me start off with saying that we have a gorgeous forest behind our house and we are always exploring its many paths. Not only is it a great way to escape the thunderous reality of work and trying to find my true meaning in life but it is a great way to reconnect with the world and its nature.

But, several times during these adventures, we have come across a certain area that we both get dreadful gut feelings about. It's like the second we step foot in this area, my heart starts pounding and my stomach feels as though someone just punched it. It's awful. A feeling of dread and sadness anguishes us. So obviously our first instinct is that this part of the forest is haunted.

And so the other day we decided to ditch the fear and finally explore the creepiest of creepy paths that runs off of the "haunted" part of the forest. When we reached the bottom of the path, my heart skipped a beat and I felt like we were being watched intensely. I wanted to leave right then and go back home but I was growing tired of always being the fearful one. I decided this was going to be the day that I face my fears of the unknown and give the trail a shot. It didn't help that my boyfriend, whom is generally very composed in situations like this, letting me know that he too had very creepy feelings about going up the path.

It was just a straight path leading right to the top of a mountain, very rocky, with many fallen trees crossing the path. The feeling of being watched never went away and I was constantly watching my surroundings, half expecting to actually see someone. But luckily there was no one.

The trail went on for what seemed hours (but was probably only half an hour long) and every few feet we would walk past smaller trails leading off of the one we were on. But they looked sketchy and un-used. I didn't think they would lead anywhere friendly but held my cool as we walked past them.

 As we reached the top, we started getting glimpses of the surroundings of the mountain and the fear just vanished. It was like walking through a doorway between hell and heaven. It was sunnier and warmer, the air felt lighter to breath. That's when we ran for the top, or at least my weak lungs tried while my boyfriend was a mile ahead of me. I felt excited and knew I needed to reach the very top.

I don't even have words to explain what awaited us at the top! It was the most beautiful sight either one of us had ever seen. It was breath taking. It was like something was trying to get us up that trail, even if we felt it was evil. Something wanted us to reach this spot, to see this sight. At least that's what we chose to believe. Not everything is what it seems and sometimes we need to push past those fears and go for it.