At first the mountains make you feeel so small, they make you feel overwhelmed about your own existence.
When you spend a little more time and adapt to the mountains that's when you start realizing what you have been missing this entire time and why you are here.
These rivers, streams, these huge ass waterfalls coupled with rainbows make your problems and struggles irrelevant.
And its always at places like these where all your materialistic needs fade away as if it was sand falling off from your tight fist.
You are just happy where you are. You open your arms and soak in everything you can. The place, the air, the people, the views, the mountains, the smell of the place. If it were a person you'd hug it so tight and never let the moment pass.
All you crave for from life is another moment there another brief moment of the quintessential euphoria, something you know you wouldn't be able to feel the same way ever again.