I say that being fifty years old is like being between 13 or 14. As we advance in age, we in turn go backwards. From starting to be a contemporary adult we go back to adolescence. It's a strange play on words but I think there are very similar stages between one and the other.

I am not afraid to walk these mountain trails even if they are lonely. My confidence exceeds the limits. I feel freedom and security when I walk these places. Obviously, at some times I have company, however, at some times I walk alone. This action makes me feel like a teenager.

There are stages of life where risk-taking is minimized; at other times it increases. The more adrenaline you inject into your body, the more excitement you feel. My walking in the mountains requires slow steps. I take my time to enjoy and observe every little or big thing as it seems.

Among the varied vegetation species are combined. It is worthwhile to stop, look, appreciate the continuous changes that are not only shown in the external environment but also in the internal environment. We look at things differently. We may go through the same path over and over again, we never observe or interpret what we observe in the same way. It influences the state of mind in everything you see.

For example, I saw another beautiful butterfly warming its wings to try to fly. I guess its hatching had taken place in just a few minutes. At that moment I felt happiness and on the other hand I felt concern. Not all butterflies are successful after hatching, they are tempting insects, they have many predators and while their wings and body are warming up to take flight, other species may appear to wipe them out. Although these actions do not affect the natural course of each species, an impulse drove me to protect it.

Protection is the universal language of a mother. At that moment when I saw the butterfly, the protective instinct awoke in me. At that very moment I was thinking about my children, my sick nephew, the need to give him affection and love to nourish his quality of life. A mother always wants the best for her children. A moment like the one lived to protect the butterfly is born from real events.

I followed the path, I kept exploring every space. A lineup of red ants blocked my path, the small ones were working, carrying large leaves on their backs, the teamwork was clear. I returned to the subject of concern. Large and small ants were overcoming obstacles in the path. The ants were going up and down slopes that to my way of thinking were strong. I could not see myself in the action. Faced with the reality of the ants I could do nothing. I took the butterfly in my hands to place it in a safe place, but it was impossible to help the ants.

The ants hindered my passage but did not give way to my concern for them. The task was to continue on my way to stop and jump back when a rattlesnake appeared before me. I was once again troubled, was it her or was it me who should pass first? I don't know.

Faced with paralyzing fear I did not know what to do. Taking steps back without upsetting the snake was the first decision. Watching the reptile's behavior from a distance was the second. To stop worrying in order to take care of it was the last option. I walked out of the atoyadero to put an end to the hectic day.

After getting home, showering, eating and sitting down to review my day I came to a conclusion. Worry was present at various times during the day. However, the responses to each worry were completely different. That tells me that for every worry there is an occupation that does not always have to be the same. It also tells me that many things in life are not worries but reactions or impulses to which we must respond without being disturbed.

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