"I'm not what happened to me. I'm what I choose to become" - Carl Jung
It's pitch black in front of me with no city lights in sight. I feel a light breeze on my cheeks and feel a shiver down my spine. "Damn it's fresh and cold out here" I said to Beca. Not feeling my fingers I ate my chocolate muffin and drank a small cup of coffee on the sidewalk where the bus just dropped us off. Far away from the city at the foot of a mountain we cannot see we started our journey with a phone torch in hand, backpacks on our backs and adrenalin flowing through our veins.
We are ready to climb Seoraksan.
