Walking down a steep slope in Cihangir, I passed a young man climbing up, gasping for breath. Beneath my feet was a descent so light I could almost glide; to him, every step was a heavy trial. I looked back, and there it was—the same cobblestones, silently bathing in the evening sun.
“The way up and the way down are one and the same.”―Heraclitus
Turning the Everyday into Gold
Sometimes we feel a strain that makes our heart pound; other times, a freedom that cuts through the wind. Both, in truth, are happenings upon the exact same path.
Long before we label a moment as a “hard climb” or an “easy descent,” the road simply exists there, in all its beauty. Whether our feet feel heavy or our hearts light, we are simply traveling through one single, rich story. Just knowing this seems to make the sound of our footsteps on the cobblestones ring a little more gently.
